This is from the pov of Carolina. I hope you enjoy.
Her head was pounding, like a bad hangover from cheap tequila. As she got up, something felt odd but her pounding head took precedence right now. She got up to get some medicine but tripped and fell. The fall shocked her, she immediately remembered the blue pillar of light coming from the mountain.
Dylan's words, "Oh no, we're too late."
All these things where clear in her mind now. She sat there on the floor with her chest tightening and her heart raced. She felt tears roll down her face as she realized where she was; her private quarters on the Mother of Invention. The date on the wall clock indicated it was a month before she would be sent to the canyon with the Blues and Reds.
Her first thoughts drifted back (or forward), to the time with the Reds and Blues. First, she has seen robots fighting dinosaurs, a fire started at a waterpark, scaring the crap out of the boys with their band, Sarge's war on gravity, her to her adventure in laziness with Griff which he deemed her unready. She had to give him credit for telling her that to her face, though.
She thought of all the people still alive, all of the freelancers: Church and Tex... and Biff. To go through losing her family, to gain them back again, she was so happy she couldn't contain herself, but for some reason it felt empty.
Now that world was in a weird combination of both the future and the past. Sitting there, she came to a realize, given her knowledge, she could prevent the horrors of the past, save her friends, never meet the Reds and Blues; or she could harden her heart and go through all that pain again. She found herself asking if that was the right choice."How idiotic," she thought, pushing herself up off the floor. Obviously, her time with the Reds and Blues has severely damaged her sanity, or at the very least her decision-making process. Saving the freelancers was the logical choice, then everything else would just fall into place. Saving the Alpha, saving Chorus, but something in her heart told her that she was fooling herself. She stopped, just now realizing she had gotten up and was pacing this whole time. Realizing if she had been this indecisive about something in the past, she would have been in the training room punching someone or something. Now, she was just calmly pacing thinking it through.
Before she could finish her line of thought on the matter, the door to her room opened. There stood York and North, exactly how she remembered them, " Hey South got stuck doing paperwork for her last mission that she had hoped the Counselor would forget about so you think you can take me and North in a little 2v1?" They didn't have their armor on yet. She didn't even think before grabbing them both and hugging them as tight a she could just to convince herself they were real, this was all real.
Freaked out by her sudden affectionate outburst, York looked at her concerned and asked, "Are you ok?" "Yea, Yea I'm fine. Completely fine. Fine. Let's go train." They knew her better than that in all the years they have known each other, she had never acted this way. Before she knew it ,she was sitting on her bed and York was beside her and North was sitting in the chair across the small room staring at her, waiting for her to tell them something.
Honestly, she was frustrated with herself. She was in the past a whole 20 minutes and she had already blown it. Those closest to her knew she was acting differently. What should she tell them? She didn't know if she wanted to lie to them. "I don't won't to lie to you," she started, "but I'm going to tell you up front, you probably won't believe me and whatever I say cannot leave this room. You just have to trust me." At the end, her voice fell like that was all that she had in that last sentence. That frightened York and North, but the readily agreed to her terms. So, Carolina proceed to tell them what would happen in the next 15 years, careful to leave out their deaths.