The path of childhood

"My, my, my. Your mother, hmm?" The man smiled. "Well, I suppose we all have some feelings for those who raised us since we were but waifs, no? But for you, it seems to be more than just some feelings. Perhaps I should find you a therapist for that complex of yours?"

Walter ignored the man's teasing, walking along a clock hand that radiated warmth and comfort, eventually crawling into the somewhat tight portal at the end.