"Mr. Elf." He heard. He stirred, confused. The prison he was in didn't have a bed. He wasn't allowed to sleep. He was forced to stay up to try to mend a toy that was impossible to fix.
"Mr Elf, Mr. Elf." He feels someone shake him. This reminds him of the earthquake. At midnight (at least he thought it was midnight, they stole his watch and there was no windows) the ground shoke violently. Broken toys fell around him, to distract himself, he attempted to fix them, only for them to disappear.
"Mr. Elf!" He wakes up, scanning the area. He gets tackled, pushed onto the bed. He looks to see Mrs. Elf hugging hm.
"How are you sweetheart? Did they hurt you? Did you eat? Did you sleep?"
"Mrs. Elf?"
"Yes, darling?"
"Do you think we can get some food?"