DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything related to "Meet the Robinsons," I only own Karena.

KARENA'S POV

May 31, 2044

Wilbur and I sat in the blue time machine in the time lab, and we both held perplexed looks on our faces.

"Wilbur, do you remember being here?"

"I thought I had put this time machine in the garage," my husband replied, scratching his head. "The last thing I remember was—wait a minute, the time lab was a mess! It's back to normal!"

"Are you sure you're not imagining things, Wilbur?" I asked him.

"Well, I don't know. I feel like I'm missing something, but ah well. Let's go to the prototype time machine and see if I remembered our picnic basket or not."

We both walked toward the prototype time machine, but something still felt odd.

"Wilbur, why are we going on a picnic again? Are we going on a date?"

"Let's see." My husband started rubbing his neck, trying to remember what happened today. "Oh yeah! You overslept and missed breakfast, and I asked you if you wanted to go out on a picnic to get out of the house. I was hoping that it would help destress."

"I'm not a woman in distress, Wilbur," I replied, proud of my sense of humor.

"Huh? I didn't say you were a woman in distress, Karr. Heck, you're the complete opposite."

"I'm teasing you, Wil," I replied, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "It's just that distress and destress—"

"Okay, okay, I get it." I love it when he reacts like this. "Oh good, the picnic basket's in here. Well, let's go!"

I hopped in the back seat while my husband took the wheel. We got out of the time lab, into the garage, and out of the house to fly to our spot on Sunset Mountain. During the ride, my stomach started feeling strange, as though I wanted to puke, but I resisted the urge to puke on my husband and took some deep breaths until we got there.

"Alright, Karr, we're—are you okay?" I looked up to see my husband looking at me with worry in his chocolate-colored eyes. I took a few more breathes until I gave him my answer.

"Yes, I'm fine now. Let's enjoy our picnic."

"Are you sure?" This time my husband raised an eyebrow. "We can always go back to the house."

"No, I'm good!" I exclaimed, knowing that the same thing could happen on the trip back. "Let's eat!"

We set up the picnic on the same spot Wilbur proposed to me at. We laid out a plaid red blanket and some plates, and we took out the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and potato chips. We started eating to each other's enjoyment. After I took my first bite of my sandwich, my stomach started to feel weird again. But, I wasn't going to give up on having a good meal with my husband, so I went ahead and started eating the potato chips. I ate my portion of the potato chips and finished my sandwich.

"Karr, are you sure you're okay?" Wilbur asked, still concerned.

"Oh, Wilbur, I'm fine. I ate everything." I was starting to get annoyed.

"You usually eat the main part of the meal first." I really don't want to tell him I was feeling sick.

"Well, my stomach was upset, so I ate the chips first."

"Does this have to do with what happened in the time machine?" Wilbur asked, putting his hands on mine.

"It's possible. Wilbur, I have to tell you something. I haven't had much of an appetite lately. It's just… strange to me because usually I'm pretty good about eating my food. But I ate it all today!"

"Karena, that was your first full meal in days. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Will you stop asking me that?" I asked, enraged. "I'm fine, okay? So back off!"

"Okay! I'm just looking out for you, Karr!" Wilbur screamed back, and I started crying.

"I'm sorry, Wilbur," I replied in between sniffs. "What is wrong with me?"

"Maybe you came down with something at school. Come on, let's pack up and I'll take you back to the house."

We packed up our picnic basket and got back in the time machine. I continued crying because I felt so guilty about ruining our date. When we got in the air, my stomach started to feel strange again.

"Wilbur, is there a bucket in here?" I asked, not sure if I could calm my stomach down this time.

"The closest thing I have is the picnic basket," Wilbur answered. "Why, what's going on?"

By instinct, I grabbed the picnic basket and emptied the contents of my stomach in it.

"Are you okay?" Wilbur asked, stopping the time machine in the air and glancing back at me.

"I think so. I'm sorry for ruining our date."

"Don't worry about that now, alright," Wilbur replied, putting his hands on my shoulders. "Let's get you home and in bed, alright?" I nodded my head as my husband drove me the rest of the way home. We took the travel tube from the garage straight to my room, but instead of going on the platform, I walked straight to the couch and just collapsed, falling asleep instantly.

I felt shaking on my shoulder, and I turned to see my husband kneeling next to me with a smile on his face.

"How are you feeling?" Wilbur asked.

"I'm actually feeling better, thanks," I answered with a smile.

"Maybe you had a case of food poisoning?"

"I'm not sure if it was actually food poisoning," I replied, pondering in thought. "You know, I just realized something."

"What is it?"

"My visitor is late."

"You're expecting someone? I wish you had told me and Carl a little sooner." I laughed at my husband, and he gave me a look of confusion.

"No, I mean that my body gives my brain a little visit every month, but for some reason this visit is late. But it's only by a few days."

"You keep track of these visits?" Wilbur asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, hey, you never know! I'm sure all of this will subside in a week or so, and I'll be back to normal. Otherwise, I'd be going to the doctor. For right now, let's have some dinner. What is for dinner?"

"Karena, it's Tuesday."

"Ah, taco night. Well, bring on the tacos!"

Wilbur chuckled as we walked out of the room with our arms around each other and went to the dining room to greet our family.