Tell Them  You Need  To Take A Call, And 
 Go  South.  Sneak  Between  The  Houses, 
 Getting    Smaller     As     You    Go. 
        Cross The Train Tracks...         
    Exit The Western industrial dome.     
                                          
 As  You Push Through  The  Thicker  Snow 
 Outside,  You  Become  A  Witch   Again. 
 Shapes  In   The  Dirt   Become   Runes. 
  Pawprints Become Hidden Families. You   
            Adjust Your Course.           
                                          
 The  Ermines Make Fine Meats.  One  Call 
 And  They Would Come Willingly.  Back In 
 The   Dome,  What   They  Give  You  For 
 Eating... It'S  Not Right. It'S  Nothing 
 You    Can   Feed   On,    Not   Really. 
                                          
 But  It'S  Likely   You'Re  Still  Under 
 Observation. South Is A  Weird Direction 
 And   So   You  Probably   Warrant  Some 
      Attention. Interacting With The     
 Wildlife  Is   Out   Of   The   Picture. 
                                          
          You Adjust Your Course.