"I didn't recognize anyone." Will replied, shaking his head. "Well. My mother, but that's understandable, I think." He thought more, closing his eyes to try and recall more details. "I remember a man named Jack Crawford. He was FBI, and he was in the crime lab in one of my dreams where I worked. Honestly, I don't think I ever got too many other names."
He sat back, crossing one leg over the other. "The past life question ... it may vary from person to person is the only thing I can think of. For my dreams to have been a past life, I would have to have died extremely young, as everything appeared to be at a comparable level of technology as it is now. Or as you might expect for growing up in that particular time."