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.