my father steps in with a large box in his hand . he pauses for a moment , glancing back at the frame on my dresser . nick turned from his post at the window . we turned your father in the desert , and he stayed turned . `` it 's not going to be any worse , either . '' he had a deep voice and a pleasant smile . of course , they did not know it was a weapon . thats why my great-great-grandfather built it there , you know . 