in some kind of government camp. if we can find the secret ingredient, we can go another year without having babies. everyone is on the hunt for it.  I know the answer. I even remember the number.  or at least, that it was in the 60s. we are led into a space like my high school cafeteria.  there are red table markers with white numbers spread throughout the open space on the floor.  i scan the numbers and whisper “sixty, sixty, sixty” and i find 61, 62, 63
“65!”
he found it.  he heard me whispering and knew I was close.

65: Pepper