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.