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.