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.