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.