Hi everyone! I'm currently working on the final chapter of "Class Act," but I have come up with another one-shot. This one-shot serves as a prelude to "Conflicts," which talks about my main OC, Karena, being transported to the future to restore the correct timeline. The entire story is in Diana's POV. For those who have not read my stories, Diana is Karena and Wilbur's daugther in my fandom. DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything related to "Meet the Robinsons," "High School Story," or Jonatha Brooke's "I'll Try," I only own Diana.

May 31, 2060 – Westport, Connecticut, USA

It was lunchtime when the final bell rang, which meant that school was out for the rest of the year, concluding my freshman year.

"Finally!" Kara exclaimed happily as she and the other Westport High School seniors rushed to the cafeteria doors.

"Party at my house tonight!" Payton yelled excitedly. "Who's all coming?"

"I'm going to beat you at our Madden rematch!" Julian told Nishan, walking to the doors.

"Not so fast, my unusually muscular friend," Nishan replied with a smirk. "I can hold my own."

"I'm ordering wings from Wings Atomica!" Koh excitedly said.

"We'll bring some to your party, Payton!" Ezra chimed in, and I assumed he was going with Koh.

"And I'll bring homemade cookies and lemonade," Autumn suggested. "How does that sound?"

"I love you all, forever and ever!" Payton replied to everybody.

"So long, Westport High," Wes said, his gaze lingering all over the cafeteria, and then Autumn paused, and her eyes fell on me. I gave her a wholehearted wave.

"Have a good summer, Autumn!" I yelled.

"Thank you, you too!" Autumn replied happily as she followed Wes out the door. I joined my friends out in the hallway.

"I can't believe the year's come to an end," Emma said with sadness in her voice. "I'm going to miss all of you."

"What the heck is that?" Aiden asked with shock as Michael took a bite out of a popsicle.

"I think it's supposed to be Troy the Trojan," he replied.

"And you're just eating it?"

"Yeah, as opposed to what, surfing on it?" Michael replied with sarcasm as he took another bite.

"I'm going to miss this, so much," Emma said with a smile on her face.

"Group hug!" Myra suggested, and we all piled in, despite Michael's whining.

"Well, I have to go," Maria said with a smile. "I'd hate to start the road trip on a bad note."

"I should go too," Aiden said.

"The winds are calling my name," Michael replied.

"Have a good summer, everybody!" Emma said as everyone left except for Caleb, my boyfriend of three months.

"It looks like it's just us left," I told him. "Would you mind keeping my company until my dad gets here?"

"I will never say no to that," Caleb, replied with a smile, taking my hand as we walked down the halls and out of the building.

"I'm going to miss this," I told him. "I'll text you so much you'll get sick of me."

"That won't happen in a million years," Caleb replied as we pulled in for a kiss. All of a sudden, we felt the ground shake.

"Caleb, what's going on?" I asked with uneasiness.

"I don't know, but, Diana, you're fading!"

"Wait, what?" I asked with shock, and I looked down, and my legs were gone! I reached my hand out to hold Caleb's hand. "Caleb, I love you!"

"I love you, too, Diana!" Caleb replied with fear in his voice, and everything went black.

May 31, 2060 – Todayland, North Montana, USA

I woke up and found myself in a setting that was unfamiliar, yet familiar at the same time. I recognized the room I was in as my grandfather's time lab in Todayland, but it looked much cleaner and full of banners that said "TCTF."

"What am I doing in Todayland?" I asked out loud. "Hello? Is anybody there? Caleb? Mom? Dad? Wesley?"

I heard no answer, as I got up and took a look around, noticing that this place looked so different than I remembered. Then I remembered something: the TCTF stood for the Time Continuum Task Force, the organization my dad, Wilbur Robinson, had made up in his stories he told me when I was a young girl. I looked down and found that I was no longer wearing my dad's shirt that he got me for my birthday: instead, I was wearing a yellow long-sleeved shirt and brown paints. I was still Diana Robinson, so something was still correct, whatever happened. But something was definitely different. Instead of being the optimistic Diana Robinson, I was a pessimistic person. I was so clueless that I ended up in Todayland and not in Westport, and I suddenly remembered a song that I may or may not have sung before.

I am not a child now, I can take care of myself

Mustn't let them down now, mustn't let them see me cry

I'm fine, I'm fine.

"Mom? Dad? Caleb? Wesley?" I called out again as I walked from the time lab, through the basement, and into the living room using the travel tube.

I'm too tired to listen, I'm too old to believe.

All these childish stories, there is no such thing as faith

Or trust, or pixie trust.

I noticed the living room was full of portraits, portraits of every person in the Robinson family. It was very different than the Robinson House I knew, but I continued my walk to the dining room.

I try, but it's so hard to believe

I try, cause I can't see what you see

I try, I try, I try.

The dining table looked very different than I remembered, for it was a round table with only six chairs. I started to wonder what really happened to my family as I walked outside to see green skies.

My whole world is changing, I don't know where to turn.

I can't leave you waiting, but I can't stay and watch the city burn.

Watch it burn.

Todayland was doing just that: burning. The city my dad grew up in was fading away to ashes. The only structure that stood was the Robinson House.

I try, but it's so hard to believe.

I try, cause I can't see what you see.

I try, I try, I try.

I walked around the side of the house to the front where the protectosphere would be, but even that was absent. Instead, I found eight graves. I walked closer to the graves with tears forming in my eyes, to see who didn't make it, and I could not believe whose grave I saw first.

I try to understand the difference in between

The love I feel and the things I fear

And every single dream.

It was my mom's grave. I kneeled down as I read her tombstone:

Karena Michelle Robinson

February 2, 2019 – February 2, 2045

A loving friend, daughter, cousin, wife, and mother

An angel soaring in heaven. Until we meet again.

I placed my hand on the top of her tombstone and started to let the tears fall on her grave.

I can finally see it, now I have to believe

All those precious stories, how the world is made of faith

And trust, and pixie dust.

I felt a hand touch my right shoulder, and I turned and saw him: my father, wearing his signature lightning bolt t-shirt with a brown leather jacket over it. He, too, had tears in his brown eyes, but his black cowlick stood tall and true. I got up and pulled my dad close to me, and we both let the tears fall.

So I'll try, cause I finally believe

I'll try, cause I can see what you see

I'll try, I'll try, I'll try

I'll try to fly

"Dad, what happened?" I asked tearfully. "Why is Mom gone?"

"I don't know, Diana," Dad answered solemnly, and then he took my hand. "The time lab might have some answers for us."

"So, who all is here and who isn't?" I asked, wiping away my tears as Dad led me through the basement.

"That's what we're going to find out. Something must have seriously gone wrong with the timeline for us to end up here."

"So I'm not just imagining my being in Connecticut one minute and being in Todayland the next?"

"No, I felt it too. But before we got transported back, I watched your mother and Wesley fade into nonexistence," Dad explained as he started crying again. "I tried to get to TIME to figure out how to stop it, but I was too late. TIME was gone."

We walked through the time lab and up to a computer where Dad started typing rapidly. I watched as he let out a gasp and clasp his right hand over his mouth.

"Dad, what is it?" I asked. "What is this?"

"This is the machine of possibilities. It can predict what could happen if the timelines were to be disrupted, what the timelines should have been, and what has happened. But Diana… your mother died having you."

"What?" I gasped and walked up to the computer, where I read that Mom had, indeed, died in childbirth. "That means Wesley never existed."

"Wilbur!"

We both turned around to see my grandma Franny, great-uncles Art and Gaston, and Laszlo approach us, and Grandma hugged Dad tightly.

"Thank heavens you're alright! We had worried we'd lost you."

"Mom, what's going on?" Dad asked.

"The Kraang struck Todayland while you and Karena were on your picnic in 2044 and killed over half the family," Grandma explained. "And I see you figured out what happened to Karena. Your father died 15 days later."

"So, how did we get back here?" I asked.

"Your father raised you here, Diana," Grandma explained. "He taught you to fight and to have hope for the future. You're in the Time Continuum Task Force headquarters, which your father founded."

"I founded the TCTF?" Dad asked in shock. "Which means—"

"You're our chief, Wilbur," Uncle Art concluded. "You founded this organization with a vow to restore what was lost and to restore the correct timeline."

"What should we do, cousin?" Laszlo asked, and Dad furrowed his eyes, deep in thought.

"We need to figure out what happened in 2044 before we can create a plan," Dad announced, and we started planning on how to save our timelines.