Charlie took the key to my parents' 4wheeler. It is nowhere to be found. I asked him to show me where it was, "it's like a treasure hunt," I said. Immediately his hands were holding an imaginary map. He held it up, studied it thoughtfully, then informed me that "according to this pretend map, we need to go this way."

  He led me to the storage room under the garage, then after several twists and turns and some precarious situations, he announced that "this is the wrong map. Guess we can't find the key!"