Haven't found them yet? Still don't know where the pillows are, either.
At 5pm DH says, "I think I locked my keys in the garage."
"Ya look in the truck?" says I.
"They're not in the truck!" says he.
Says he at 6pm, after touring the garage, "I can't find my keys, did I leave them in here?" We don't see the keys. I don't mention truck.
7pm, DH leaves watching the TV news, goes outside, comes back,
"They were in the truck--I put the ignition key in to shut the windows."
And so it goes around the world and back again.