Jimmy, the sole survivor of the Cake Cream Massacre, had a hard time readjusting to life as a person not part of a band or as an oft overlooked side character in bad fan fiction. Now as a hobo he spent many hours inside the downtown library trying to better himself through reading and digging through slightly better trash than could be found elsewhere. While pacing the aisles, he espied a math text, dusty and dingy from disuse for more than 50 years. I can count to twenty, he mused, how hard could 'Compendium of Mathematical Constants with Their Derivations and Uses' be?

He sat down on a seat covered with another hobo's pee and flipped to a random page. Hmm, he mused, 2.68545200106530644530971483548179569382 is Khinchin's continued fraction constant, defined as the geometric mean of the coefficients in the continued fraction expansion of any real number x. Jimmy wondered if anyone else knew about this number. He farted loudly in excitement, loud enough for a nearby library patron to shush him. He tried dialing it on his homeless shelter issued cellphone, and to his delight it resolved to an actual phone number.

"Hello? May I ask who is calling?"

Jimmy immediately ended the call and his heart pounded. He knew that voice anywhere. What were the odds? How could it be?