A man working late tries to save his files before going to sleep, but his computer gives him multiple problems.

A man, short and balding, in his fifties, is nodding in and out of sleep at his desk. He stumbles over to bed to lay down where his eyes flinch open before a note reminding him to save. He sighs and returns himself from bed to his desk. At his desk he notices first with a sweet smile a picture of him with his two children out on a sunny day. He then reflexively taps Ctrl-S when he notices the “S” key is conspicuously missing. He looks on his desk, below his desk, stares blankly and gives up. He reaches then for his mouse, it scoots forward. He reaches again. It scoots forward. He quickly attempts to snatch it, and the mouse scurries off the desk across the floor. He gives chase and catches it by the tail (so to speak) just as it was retreating into a cereal box. But as he is lifting it up, a group of mini computer mice come out of the cereal box and seem to look pleadingly up at him. He gently lays the mouse down near the mini computer mice who scurry together to the entrance of the cereal box, and come to rest as if cuddling together. Near the sleeping mice, he notices the missing “S” key on the floor, grabs it, and returns to his desk hurriedly. He excitedly sets the “S” key into the keyboard, there is a pause, then all the keys explode out of the keyboard around him. He is freezes in frustration. His shoulders begin to rise as in rage. He then looks over at the photograph again, breathing deeply, slowly, calming, and after he calms enough, he holds the picture in his hand, still breathing, now with that sweet smile on his face, and he begins to feel the warmth of the picture upon his hand and face. He nods decidedly to himself and makes his way to the door. He pauses before the door, puts his hand on the door knob. He swallows, then looks around his apartment nervously when he notices the reminder to save again. He looks relieved as he nods with remembrance at his unaccomplished task. With determination, he storms over to the sleeping mice, but when he reaches down, they look up in menace, and he backs away slowly. He returns to his desk and begins searching for each key in order to repair the keyboard