I was just walking around with my friends Derek, Alice, and Peter, when suddely, WE WERE KIDNAPPED!
We were driven away in a van to a secret hideout, where we met our kidnapper. He calls himself Robert.
"Now listen closely," he said. "I'll let you guys go if you can guess your number. My number is 78."
We agreed, since we really had no other choice.
"All right. Derek, you go first."
Derek seemed scared that the kidnapper knew his name, but he calmed down, and guessed 43.
"That's right! You can go. Alice?"
Alice asked how much time we had. "All the time in the world, my dear."
Alice thought about it for a few minutes, and guessed 30.
"Right again! You can go too. Peter, what's your guess?"
Peter sat there and stammered. "Um, 17?"
"Wrong! You thought your numbers would be in a pattern, but they aren't! There's a code, something the other two must've realized. Guards! Take him to the dungeon."
The guards hauled him off to the dungeon. "His number was 64. Now, ASCIIThenANSI, what's your number?"
I only get one shot before I'm thrown in the dungeon, and you gotta help me!
What's my number, and why?