You don't know how long Elena has been awake, but you know it's longer than what's recommended by doctors. Regardless of what you or anyone else says, she won't sleep until she's finished her work.

Naturally, you decide to shut her laptop while she's typing. Elena glares at you, and if looks could kill, this would.

"I was working," she says, scowling at you. Elena opens up her laptop again, hurriedly typing her password. "God, I don't even know if anything I wrote saved. If it didn't, you're going to get it."