It hadn't really been a conscious decision to make enquiries about the IPD but after a month on the island, full-time vacationing was starting to wear a little thin. Not that Ray didn't think he deserved the break; after the year he'd had in Vegas he'd been just about ready to throw in the towel and retire altogether, if only he'd had a good enough reason to.

But now, with the beginning of a new year, Ray realised he already knew who he had to talk to, where he had to go, hell, he'd even patrolled the island a couple of times without even realising it. It just seemed like the natural thing to do. He was a cop by nature, even if he spent a lot of the time complaining about it, and although paperwork wasn't exactly his forte, that duty to serve and protect was still inside him. Even if the island was sincerely lacking in criminals to bust and streets to clean the scum off of.

He was still sleeping in the Crash Room, not having yet sorted out any permanent accommodation for himself, but for some reason he was far more keen on getting involved with the IPD than he was on sorting out his living arrangements. His knuckles rapped out a quick knock on the office door but he didn't wait for a voice before he opened it up and walked right on inside.

"Hi." He pressed his palms together. "I'm looking for a uh, Commander Vimes? Or Sheriff Mars, I don't mind which."