Once as a teenager I lost my passport in Spain (school-trip). I got a few extra days in-country with a pretty decent parental guardian who made slipping out at night easier than drinking thru dinner.
Anyways, when we landed at JFK together we were both man-handled into seperate questioning rooms where we waited for what seemed like hours. Later we were told her name Marrianne K. Watson was so similar to a known terrorist: Miriam K. Watson that they just had to hold us.
What else did they tell you cluezo? Nothing at all? Will you just return on Monday? Are you stuck for the weekend then?