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.