No, no need to push his luck

Though he might have gotten away with it, he had teased her quite enough. Why, eventually she might even lash out. Well, probably not but it wasn't something he wanted to test. Besides, he was dead tired. His eyes slid shut.

He was soon awakened when their car pulled into the sizable mansion that belonged to his mother’s brother, with whom they would be staying. The two siblings were unloaded and quickly shown to their rooms. Walter thought he heard something about his other Uncle, the one who’s house they were staying at, greeting them in the morning, but Walter was too tired to truly listen. He didn’t even bother removing anything more than his jacket, and just collapsed onto the soft sheets. As young men are wont to do, he could function for a long time without more than an hour or so of sleep but this was pushing the limit.

As he fell once more into Morpheus’ realm, his dreams were filled with ticking clocks.

"Hello." The man greeted Walter as he found himself standing upon a great clock once more. "You have taken the first steps on your journey. Did you use the watch? Who did you use it on? What resulted? So many possibilities, so many paths, so many results. Usually one would say that your actions have consequences, but that has a negative connotation. Rewards is a better way to phrase it."

Standing, as the two were, on the center of the clock, the many hands that spun around them came to a halt, each one leading into a portal of light, like pathways radiating from a dais. The man gestured forwards. "Choose a path forwards. Or backwards, if you'd rather. I believe you've noticed by now, but we are rarely picky about time here."