"What I said before," Will explained. "In terms of dreams, if something is terrifying, I tend to lose it in my mind. Some kind of coping mechanism, I guess. If something is merely alarming, it stays with me." He was worrying his hands, wringing them lightly, looking down. "I dreamt that instead of growing up in Maine, it was the bayous of Louisiana; instead of the attempt at veterinary school, it was the New Orleans Police Department and a homicide beat. Being a homicide detective only ended when I was stabbed because I couldn't pull the trigger."