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.