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.