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.