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.