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.