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.