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.