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.