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.