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.