The sun rose into a deep red sky when Quinn heard noise downstairs. He walked downstairs, still half asleep.

“What are you guys doing up so early?” Quinn said. “It’s 6am. You only got three hours of sleep.”

“Good morning to you too Daddy,” Priya said. “Want some croissants? I made them myself.”

Quinn looked at them in disbelief.

Sophie handed Quinn the basket, still warm.

“They’re good, try one.”

“Thank you, Sophie. What trouble are you guys up to now?”

Priya smiled as she flipped over a crispy brown but not oily potato pancake.

“The day is young. I’m sure we’ll find something.”

“Well,” Amy said. “We did set up a new social network.”

Quinn laughed,

“That sounds like trouble to me. Does the world need another social network? Everyone has one.”

Priya flipped the perfect potato pancake onto Quinn’s plate.

“This network is only for abductees. Amy developed the network so we can talk about issues unique to us and save documents, unlike on the Omanji network. Want some OJ?”

“Sure. That sounds great guys. Now you can get organized and fight for your rights.”

“What rights?” Priya said.

“Well, you have the right to play chess and go to school without being harassed. You have the right to do anything that any other person within your age group can do. Who knows what rights people will try to take from you when they’re afraid or racist?”

“Racist?” Priya said. “You sound like we aren’t part of the human race.”

“I sat in the crowd yesterday and listened,” Quinn said. “Some of those people thought you were monsters, or aliens, or disease carriers, or other derogatory things. Some people thought you were cheating. These people are intellectual chess aficionados. Well, they’re chess parents. There’s a lot of fear and ignorance there. When you combine those two things, the target will suffer. That target is you. Perhaps half the audience supported you, but they were not as loud.”

Quinn paused, then continued.

“Sorry to sound harsh, but you’re in for an uphill battle. You know what happened at school. That will happen for all the abductees. Your situation might get worse unless you stand up for your rights. I’ll support you of course, but I can’t help all 25,000 abductees. My advice is to get everyone organized fast. Do some research on the human rights movement of the 1960’s for some ideas.”

“Good idea. Want another potato cake?”

“Sure Pree. I’m serious though.”

“I know. I love you.”

They spent the rest of the day setting up the network and making everyone aware of the threats to their human rights. Afterwards, Sophie and Amy went home. They all fell asleep early, in anticipation of a difficult week ahead at school.