<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div>“I love you, Kimmie. Thank you for being here with us!”<br/><br/>I hear that in my mind.....but sleep on.<br/><br/>When the descent begins, we all somehow wake up.  There is general stirring in the cabin.  The view below us changes from open sea to land, to sea....to bays....we get lower and lower until the rubber of the tires screeches the announcement that we have landed.<br/><br/>I dont know where we are, but we all deplane together.  Huguette and Dr. Jensen, followed by Carlotta and Ulla, Chloe and I follow.<br/><br/>We are met by a van.  Ulla takes charge, speaking with the driver as we enter the van.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/8d/fa/24/8dfa24d770d9dde0d31a701bf1501b93.jpg)</div><br/>We drive for about 30 minutes and arrive at a bland building in the middle of the city.  Ulla hustles us out of the van and into the building....perhaps this is our Swedish home?  Perhaps a waystation along the way.<br/><br/>Chloe and I are escorted to the 2nd floor....and a beautiful suite.  The inside décor of the building is not what you'd expect looking at the outside.  Ulla tells us that Swedish Customs will meet us here.<br/><br/>Chloe handles the interview from Customs 20 minutes later.   Our request for asylum....no promises....no denials....Ulla smiles then escorts our visitor our of our room.  Chloe takes my hand as we gaze out the window.  I place one hand on her stomach to feel where our baby lives....and grows.....I feel warm inside.<br/><br/>“Guess we’re not in Boston anymore!”<br/><br/>I smile....kiss her softly.....<em>"We made it...."</em>I feel an odd sensation....I look at Chloe....<br/><br/><em>"Dont worry, we are safe here".....</em>Im not sure if Chloe thinks that's more than relief on my part or not?<br/><br/>I dont know how I can say that?  But is a feeling I have.....