Sorry it's short, but I couldn't figure out what I wanted Mark to be doing. Enjoy!
Marc heard a knock on the door, and he rushed to get it. Old habits never die I guess, he thought to himself.
Most unfortunately it was Mimi.
"Oh, hi Mimi," Marc said quickly.
Mimi looked at him curiously before saying, "Who are you and what have you done with Mark?"
Marc was flabbergasted. "Wh…wh…what?"
"You're not Mark," Mimi said simply, "You may be in his body, but you're not Mark. I can tell. So, who are you?"
"I…" Marc stuttered, "I…I'm Marc Kohan, spelled M-a-r-c K-o-h-a-n. I don't know where Mark is, but I can assume he's in my body."
"And where's that?" Mimi asked, "Maybe we can switch you back."
"Another thing," Marc said, "I'm from the year 2006. Technically you don't exist. You're part of a Broadway play, and now movie, called RENT. A man named Jonathon Larson wrote it. And I can't believe I know so much about this, but in the Broadway production you're played by Daphne Rubin-Vega and in the movie you're played by Rosario Dawson."
"So…so I'm not real?" Mimi asked.
Marc nodded. "That's right. You're were created."
Mimi looked stunned. "Well," she said finally, "It's hard for me to grasp the concept that I'm not real, so I won't. But for your sake I'll swallow the idea that you're not Mark. And don't worry I won't tell anyone."
"Thanks," Marc said gratefully, "Though Roger already knows, so it's okay if you talk to him about it."
"Why don't you tell me about yourself?" Mimi suggested, "It's not like we have anything better to do."
"Well, I have a wife named Penelope. We both love dogs. She's out of town right now. Pen brought home this little puppy named Scamp. He's adorable, but I think he's possessed by the devil. He attacked my feet and I fell over and hit my head on the coffee table, and then I woke up here."
Mimi nodded. "That must have been really confusing."
"It was."
"Hm, I wonder what Mark is doing right now…"