Nothing moved here. No muffled laughter, hell no muffled screams either. Just the dust drifting up, catching in the light and falling back down to earth. Dust scattered by light footsteps as Leela walked from from room to room, floor to floor of the once grand old hotel. The hallway that Top Dollar had attacked her in, once dark and forboding, now empty, deserted. The courtyard where she and Jaydyn had held hands and talked, or argued, or joked with each other. She walked down the stairs and stopped at the landing where she had once found the still body of her arch enemy Raina, newly dead and still warm and bleeding after having just given birth to Rhoswynn.
Leela smiled at that, both at the memory of seeing her enemy finally dead and gone, and at the memory of the beautiful baby she'd rescued that day. The baby that was growing up healthy and strong, cared for and loved, fostered out to a family member of the pards'. At the thought of one child, her hand stole down to rub the mound over her stomach, the child of her own growing inside. The mound was mostly hidden by a long peasant skirt, and a loose shirt, but nothing could hide the faint gold glow of her skin, the softer, rounder curves of her face and body.
Here, this was the room she was attacked by a werewolf, and in that building over there she once danced on top of a stage, stripping for an evil (and utterly sexy) red-headed vampire. And that? That's where her stepbrother, the Wolf of Ragnarok, Fenris himself had once killed a version of her. Ducking behind a door, and through another passageway Leela stopped still, the memories crowding in her mind, the images so strong they were nearly visible. That was where she and Jack had kissed several times, not caring who in the world could see them. And that's where she and Tabby had hung out together, playing, joking and laughing. And Adrian, and Crimson. And even Jimmy. Where did they all go?
"Where did we all go?" She whispered to herself, drawing a line in the dust along a wavy-glassed window pane.