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.