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.