Leela was walking around camp. It was about the most excitement she got these days. While she longed to find a sense of comfort outdoors, she didn't get it this time. In fact, she hadn't gotten the feeling much in the past few years. The world had gone to Hell. Just one more planet she had come to call home that was plunged into a final war. Leela was seriously just waiting for death to come to her. She wasn't of use to anyone. She couldn't fight, she tended to be slow on gathering supplies unless she all ready knew exactly where they were.
K-9 rolled along beside her as he always did. He was a silent walking partner, something he had a tendency to be of late. Leela's moods were predictable to him by now, and he didn't like it. But regardless of what he tried, Leela never came out of it, unless she was around other people. Then she had a strong front on, trying to prove that she wasn't broken. But it was all a front, one that she was getting so tired of putting up. Leela didn't have the energy to keep pretending she was strong. She wasn't.
Pandora had won. She'd taken Romana back, and succeeded in fracturing Leela. Pandora may not have literally killed her, but Leela felt dead. She had no will to live anymore, but she was too proud and honorable to take her own life. She had started thinking about leaving the camp and wandering around until a demon or Croat or some other horror came upon her and took pity to end her life.
Leela was too involved in her thoughts that she didn't hear the running footsteps coming towards her. She continued on her path, her walking stick leading the way, acting as her eyes. K-9, however, stopped as he saw the woman running towards them.
"Mistress! Alert!" K-9 warned.
"What is it, K-9?" Leela asked with a weary sigh, coming to a stop directly in the path of the woman.