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.