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.