Deny the Elf's accusation

"What the hell are you talking about? I'm not even twenty-" you begin, but you're cut off as the Elf closes in and grabs you by the throat. You bring your hands up to your neck, but his grip is too strong.

"Quiet!" The Elf puts his book away and produces a snow globe with a red base from his pocket. There's something mesmerising about the snow globe and you can't tear your eyes away from it. It seems to be empty at first, but then as the swirling flecks of white snow begin to disperse, you see... what looks like your parents' home. You can even see into the living room, where tiny figures of your family members are moving about...

As the snowstorm inside the globe slows down, it seems as if the clock on your wall takes ever longer to reach the next second, time itself extending infinitely within the present moment, looping upon itself. The Elf's grip on your throat tightens, the room starts to spin, and you pass out.