Last night I was about 15 seconds from going to bed when I noticed my phone sitting on top of a package of tortillas in the kitchen. I grabbed it to bring it with me (I use it's alarm every morning) and now, the next day, I have ZERO idea where the hell it's at. Unless someone broke in, stole my phone without waking me and left everything else untouched, I'm convinced this thing grew legs and ran away in the middle of the night.