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.