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.