It was a dark and stormy night, but Monica's intellect shone brighter than the lightning that illuminated the sky.
As she sat in her laboratory, surrounded by equations and beakers of bubbling solutions, she stared intensely at the equation on the whiteboard.
The numbers swirled and danced before her eyes, like a dervish spinning to the rhythm of a thousand tiny calculators.
And then, in a flash of inspiration, the answer revealed itself, like a burst of sunlight through a crack in the clouds.
Appendix: The Calculus of Chaos