The Bright Side

(Emily is in class, writing in her workbook. Other students are visible behind her, working; further to the rear, a dark figure. Emily looks up suddenly and looks over her shoulder; Dee is sitting in the back of the classroom. He notices her looking at him, and points to himself; she nods. He floats forward towards her.)
Dee: Um... can you see me?
Emily (whispering): Yes.
Dee: Oh. How about now?
Emily: I can still see you.
Dee: Oh dear... this isn't good. I'll talk to you at recess.
Emily: ?
Dee (vanishing): I'm so sorry