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.