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.