I went with Alaska. If you can't find them right away, you could start a quest for your keys. You could then base a dramedy on it. Then you could sorta fall for this feisty bush pilot girl from Michigan, where the 2 of you have these irrational spats back and forth for years and years.
Last week I was in a rush to catch an earlier flight to Los Angeles (had less then 45 minutes); returned the rental car (in San Francisco) in a furry.... the nice rental agent took me right to the front of the line, hooked me up.
As I was then being "Wisked" thru security.... Reached into my pocket
Ooops = Stupid Nimrod still has the keys for the Chrysler Sebring == You want them?