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.