The first thing Laurie tried to do in Probability was buy a muffin, but her strange money wasn’t any good. Nobody wanted her “Quarter Dollars.” Nobody wanted any algorithms, either.
“Message for you!” A red daemon carrying a mailbag appeared out of nowhere on the street.
“For me?” Laurie said.
“You don’t see me talking to anyone else, do you?”
The daemon handed Laurie an envelope and walked away, and once the note was out of the envelope, Xor made short work of the gibberish in Colonel Trapp’s latest message. This one was shorter and more useful than the last.
LAURIE, YOU CONTINUE TO SURPRISE ME. I WONDER IF A BANK CAN HELP ...