Don looked all through the van. I looked all through the van. I looked through every jacket and pants pocket he owns. I looked through the dresser, mail shelf, cubby shelf, and desk. We drove up to the base and Don retraced his steps. No ID card.
We came home. Carol went out to the van with a screwdriver and took apart part of the dashboard.
She found the ID card.
I really don't want her to go home.