<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br/>If anyone slept a wink, it would be a miracle.  I certainly did not.  A cold, damp, open ocean, boat ride through part of the North Atlantic.  The boat surges, crashes, climbs, slices, and smashes through the ocean waves.<br/><br/>I worry that the bone jarring crashes will harm Chloe and the baby.....but there is nothing to do for that now.  We are giving ourselves a chance to live and thereby a chance to fight.  This 'inconvenience' must be endured.<br/><br/>By the time the engines begin to throttle back and the waves diminish to indicate a bay or a harbor, I am spent.  Im too tired to get seasick, and too clammy to care.<br/><br/>The canopy pushes back and we are helped ashore.  The strong smell of the ocean is the only aroma around.  One of the pilots points up a sandy path and a figure on top of the dune waves us to come.   We follow like automatons.  Legs straining on soft sand. Circulation returning slowly....body heat?  Not as fast...<br/><br/>We are led to a couch....something wonderfully warm, in a mug, is handed to us....hot cocoa....perfect. I would have guzzled down were it not so hot.  Forced to sip it, it brings life back to my tired limbs.   I snuggle next to Chloe and sense the baby is ok too.<br/><br/>We are allowed to relax a bit...then a hot dinner is served.....a chowder....milky white....seafood, potatoes...simple but delicious fare.  We all eat.....probably more heartily that we realize.  There is no end to the food.  Dr. Jensen takes 3 full bowls.<br/>.<br/>Our benefactors have provided hot showers for us, and also clean our clothes.  That night we sleep in two groups.  Chloe and I share a bed and a bedroom with Huguette, Carlotta,and Dr. Jensen sharing an adjoining room. A new woman has has joined our entourage.  She is Swedish, which will be of assistance....Her name is Ulla.... I see that tomorrow we will fly across the ocean.<br/><br/>The first use of my Foresight has occurred!<br/><br/>We are awoken at 3 AM.  Dress hurridly in yesterday's clothes which have been laundered.  Our breakfast is warm corn muffins and strong coffee.   Two Humvees take us to an airstrip.  Where we are?  I dont know.  We embark on a small jet.  Within 20 minutes of arriving at the airstrip, we burst through the clouds and catch the beginning of the day.<br/><br/>The 5 of us talk.  Sweden is our destination, now some 5 hours east of us.<br/><br/>This time, I manage to sleep.  The comparison between the boat ride and a small jet is beyond words.<br/><br/>When Chloe gently rubs my shoulder, we are in Sweden.  A small, but populated airstrip.   I rub my eyes....I look around....I realize that there is no danger here.  I dont know how I know?  But we have escaped for the moment.<br/><br/>