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.