2.3: Everything Is Something

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"What are these numbers?" Dorothy wondered aloud, staring at the crumpled paper she'd found on the floor in Building 2. The slip read simply: 3, 11, 15, 27, 35.

"Maybe they're taxi numbers in Iceland," offered the Lion.

"Perhaps they're the numbers of the U.S. Presidents that were bald," suggested the Tin Man.

"Have you asked around the math department?" asked the Scarecrow.

"They were no help," the girl replied.

"How about calling the Sloane School of Management?"

"Could they possibly be of any use?" she asked.

"You never know," said the Scarecrow. "Once, I wrote to a guy at the Media Lab to help me with my English homework, and my grades were never better."

"Stop kidding around, you guys," interjected the Lion. "I think I've got it: they're the leap years in the Druid calendar!"

Dorothy just grimaced.