There was a wave of relief that swept over him once the hut he shared with Ray came into view. Sometimes, living so fucking far from the main hub of the island was a blessing, but right then, when he wanted nothing more than to be in his own bed, it was just more impractical than anything else.

The dog that had misfortune of coming between him and the threshold when he arrived was quickly booted out of the way, a few choice words mumbled under his breath.

When he opened the door, he slipped in quickly, careful not to open wide enough or leave the door open long enough for the animal to slip in after him. After seeing the disaster area that was the inside of the hut, though, he wondered if maybe their dogs, and maybe even a few of their friends, hadn't already been inside and turned the place upside down.

"What the fuck?" Had they been robbed?

Did the Island have robberies?