After snapping on your bicycle helmet, you're on your way with the slip of paper in your pocket. It's a chilly, but crisp and bright day, and you ride easily to the corner of Leonardo Drive and Pisa Blvd. The window to the building there has "Fibonacci" written on it in the kind of marker that teens use to decorate birthday or graduation vehicles. You shrug, open the door, and pull the slip of paper out of your pocket. You look carefully, only now noticing that it seems as though the edge of the paper has been cut off and it seems as though part of the code is missing. Hmmm....you hope that this setback won't keep you from your package! Wait a minute - there seems to be a pattern here. Could it be that you can just figure out what the rest of the code should be? You figure it's at least worth a shot. You stroll inside, walk up to the desk, and your presence rouses the clerk from her stool perch. You tell her you found a piece of paper taped to your door saying that there is a package too large for your mailbox waiting for you here at this distribution building. "Okay," she yawns, "what's the redemption code?" You cough, still a bit uncertain. What do you tell her?
The answer is 11235813