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.