Little Mystery, Big Headache

   It was a cold and rainy morning, a week ago.  I was at the computer when he got up at the usual crack of dawn to prepare for his morning duties.  I saw him leave, and I went back to bed and fell asleep.  I woke up a short time later, and looked out the front window to see both cars in the driveway, with the trunk lid of my car wide open.  He must be getting something out of the trunk, I thought, and peered out to see what was going on.  I could see nothing more from the window, so after waiting a while, seemed like a long while, I put on my coat and reluctantly went outside, reluctantly because I didn't know what I would find.  I walked around both cars, peering inside, but saw no body slumped inside either vehicle.  The birdfeeder, I thought, or the garbage cans (though it was not a garbage input or output day).   I walked around the house, calling his name, as I'd been doing ever since I saw the raised trunk.  Nobody there, garbage cans and birdfeeder in usual positions.  Maybe inside the basement?  I had to go back inside as the basement door was locked.  I go back in the house, down the cellar steps, calling out as loud as I could, but no response, and nobody in the basement.  Back upstairs, I go outside to look at the situation.  Did someone ask to borrow a tire jack, thence the wide-open trunk, and then did he go with them to help?  Did he go willingly?  I went back inside, pacing the floor, and trying to decide what to do; the time is not yet 9:00 a.m.  I notice the bedroom door is closed and I look inside.  He's sound asleep in bed.
      Retracing the scene, turns out that in fumbling for his key to unlock the front door, he'd inadvertently activated the remote trunk control and the trunk flew open without his noticing.  Not by him anyway.