I recently located my misplaced iPod touch . . . under the couch. The battery was totally dead, and I figured my nearly-four-year-old son had snuck off with it to try to play. I plugged it in to charge, and after a while, woke it up to see the charge status, and just check conditions generally. (If you haven't looked at the photo, totally check it now.) No. Joke. This one's going in his baby book. So, what would you do? Wait the 42.3 years, or reset . . .