Probability was a little town on the edge of the sea. It was surrounded only by a rough wooden fence, nothing like the high stone walls of Symbol, and the main entrance seemed to be unguarded. Laurie was walking through the gates, when—
“Excuse me, dear! Hello, on your left.” An elderly lady was sitting in the shade just inside. She held a large book on her lap. Her name tag read Jane Hecate, Border Security.
“Oh! I didn’t see you there,” said Laurie.
“That’s all right, dear. But before you come in I have to make sure you are on the List.”
Laurie had played this game before. “My name is Eponymous Bach, and my password ...