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.