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.