““If the storage paper was that valuable, I was going to have to figure out a way to secure it. I stared at the desk. I pictured a locked security box with a big, fat, unpickable lock. There was a sudden whirling sound, and I stumbled back in alarm, hands up, as I stared at the desk. The legs, desktop, and braces were breaking apart and hooking around and up, over and around, morphing into the locked security box I had been imagining. The desk…was a Transformer.””
