This means there is a 50% probability the keys to my house are in here somewhere, and a 50% possibility that we are all going to be on the receiving end of unpleasantness by the someone who, with malice aforethought, pinched the keys from the door. (Making my house messy would be unkind, when I've been making time to keep it both hoovered and dusted recently.)
I have looked everywhere - no prepositional preposition was left unturned I hunted about above across against along alongside amid amidst among amongst around aside atop -- and the rest of the alphabet's worth -- I'd love to say I found the blasted things. Instead, it will a long night when every movement of the floorboards, every tap at the window (scrap that - got the keys already), every squeaking of the springs, will set my heart racing.... or I could settle for the locking the bolts and putting on the chain, but what would be the fun in that?
PANIC IS... not being able to find the keys.