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.