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.