I sit on a swing in an empty park. No one has ever able to see me, so I'm not really suspicious. I'm deep in thought as I use my cane to make ice doodles on the ground, the ground freezing and forming icicles where my staff touches. I glance up and see you standing there. It looks like you're looking at me… but that can't be… can it? I decide that I might as well test it. “Can… can you see me?”