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.