Chloe: I can't believe my eyes. Sheikh Karif bin Shakirah live and in person on the lawn of the White House. Ten years vanish and for a moment I'm that college girl in love with the mysterious student who makes my heart race. I wish I could give him a piece of my mind. But there's no way I can get any closer than behind the tape keeping journalists at a distance. As I turn away, I wonder if he ever thought about me after he vanished. Karif: I can't believe my eyes. I'd given up hope of ever seeing Chloe again and there she was only a few dozen yards away. Protocol insists I complete this news conference with the president when I want to dash across the lawn and talk to her. I know she had to hate me for leaving like I did. Would my explanation open her heart to forgiveness?