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.