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.