Returning home in time for a quick and cheap cup-noodle dinner, Mark took out his notebook and began writing the next scene. After his meeting with Nolan, he was now more focussed on completing it, with the goal being to hand it over to him by the end of the month. Though it would likely take a bit more time, but that was acceptable.

[Movie: The Sixth Sense (Scene 8)]

[Malcolm, feeling that he’s succeeded in helping Cole, prepares to move on from their sessions. However, his personal life continues to unravel. Anna has grown more distant, and Malcolm is confused by her behaviour. One evening, he returns home and tries to talk to her while she’s asleep. In her sleep, she mutters, “Why did you leave me?” Malcolm is startled and confused by her words. He looks around the room and notices something strange — his wedding ring is missing from his finger, but he recalls that he never took it off. In a moment of profound clarity, Malcolm pieces everything together: he is dead. The realisation hits him hard. He remembers that Vincent shot him, and he didn’t survive. All this time, he’s been living as a ghost, unaware of his own death. This is why Anna hasn’t been communicating with him and why he’s felt so disconnected. He was just like the ghosts that Cole sees — lingering in the world of the living without knowing the truth.]

'Fear... and... understanding...' Mark thought to himself as the emotions of Malcolm washed over his mind. But it only stayed for a few minutes before rapidly vanishing like the tide, leaving Mark's mind a beach, barren of the life-bringing water called emotion.

Mark was not disappointed, and instead got to work editing the scene, realising it was already evening. He stopped working for a while, and instead picked up his phone and called Eddie. Unfortunately the latter did not pick up.

'It is possible they forced him to work overtime on Sunday... or perhaps wooed him into doing to for extra pay. If it is the latter, it is a favourable outcome,' Mark rapidly concluded and put away the phone. Instead, he took out his notebook again, and began writing the last scene for the movie. It would be the first movie he wrote entirely on his own in this life, and Mark felt his heartbeat increase slightly at the prospects.

"... is this... excitement? The same excitement I felt while watching mission impossible? I'm feeling it from the real world? But... its really faint. I didn't even notice it until I felt the abnormal amount of sweat being produced. It isn't a lot, but it is something. But does that mean that I will slowly be able to feel emotions from my own actions in the real world as well?"

"Hmm, the feeling of excitement is going away really quickly, only there for a few seconds. More importantly, it is less intense than the feeling of sadness I felt while writing about the kid Cole making up with his parents. Perhaps this is still the after-effect of the nightmare I had, and will gradually go away, no matter how much I want this feeling to stay..."

Mark closed his eyes, took in a breath, before beginning to write the next scene.

[Movie: The Sixth Sense (Scene 9)]

[Devastated by this revelation, Malcolm returns to Cole and thanks him for helping him realise the truth. Cole’s ability to see and communicate with the dead has helped Malcolm come to terms with his own death. In one final act of closure, Malcolm visits Anna one last time. He watches her as she sleeps, and she begins to cry, watching their wedding video. Malcolm speaks to her, telling her that she was never second in his life and that he loves her deeply. As he says goodbye, Anna’s grip on the past loosens, and Malcolm’s spirit finds peace. With his unfinished business resolved, he fades away, moving on from the world of the living.]

Finally finishing the work by dinner, Mark ate his food and decided to call Eddie once more for good measure. Unfortunately, nobody picked up the call. As such, he went to bed early around 8pm, and got ready for work the next day.

...

By the end of the day at work, Mark had finished his part of the job by describing all planets and sets in moderate detail, and was only held behind by the time taken to make the various coloured sketches he wanted to be made. Still, he had to sit next to Malik and make sure his work was as he had envisioned it or it to be considered his work. Plus, with him constantly giving directions on which parts should be painted with colours, Malik's work also progressed a lot faster than if he was making those decisions himself.

Returning home, Mark continued to work on The Sixth Sense script, before having dinner and calling Eddie. This time, it finally connected.

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"Wassup ma man! Guess who just finished shooting!" Eddie exclaimed as though he was high or drunk... or both.

"You finished filming in less than a week?"

"Ye, despite following the main character everywhere, my character only got 5 lines in the whole a*s movie, and most of the its focus is on the main dude. In fact, I barely appear with the guy, its mostly the camera spinning around to me to be the comedic relief in an already comedic movie. I did quite a few scenes where the dude was suppose to be in the same scene as me, but he ain't even there!, and its just the camera spinning from pointing in a random a*s direction to me! They gonna edit me into the scene with the due"

"Yeah... there is still some bias against coloured people," Mark nodded in agreement.

"You betcha a*s there is! The main actor just stayed away from me, and even the cameraman and other crew did the same. Only the director did not mind me."

"I did warn you..."

"That... you did..." Eddie agreed in a tired voice.

"But... you finally acting in a movie! With this, getting a second role will be a lot easier. Its only a matter of time before you become a superstar."

"Haha! Once I do, I'll buy a house for ma and pa. What bout you, Mark, what'll ya do with the money from becoming a successful writer?"

"Make my own movies~" Mark said, a fading hint of accomplishment flitting past his mind.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. Then I'll hire you as the main character for some of my movies! Haha!"

"Sure, sure. When you have enough money to make a movie... what me stop you from doing just that. B*tch, just invest the money and life comfortably."

"Nah, I'm good!"

The two burst into laughter, and chatted for a while before ending the call on a high note. Mark stretched for a bit, then realised it was still early and he was no longer in sleep debt, so decided to do do some more editing on script.

...

"So, this is the script?" Christopher Nolan asked as he finished reading Mark's script and put it down, a satisfied grin on his face.

"Yes. It took two days longer than my estimated time, but I just finished it yesterday and contacted you for this meeting. What do you think? Will it make a good movie?" Mark asked with a pretence of nervousness.

"I'm not sure. I really like the twist, and it feels like a good hook, but that only depends on whether I can get enough budget for the movie. Without enough money to hire sufficient talent for the crew and acting, as well as the costume design and scenes, a good script will definitely turn into a bad movie."

"So we need money... That's why I have you!" Mark exclaimed in mock satisfaction.

"..."

"I'm kidding. But you have 2 months. I will also try to find a way to earn some money for the movie... but given the fact that we will need a budget at least in the millions of dollars, I doubt my efforts will be worth much. It will be mainly resting on you to find a sponsor," Mark deduced his situation rather aptly, causing Christopher Nolan to nod while rubbing his clean-shaven chin.

"Alright, i will try my best. I know a few people. I have worked with quite a few people when learning how to be a director. Let's see what I can do," Nolan looked at Mark and asked, "This is my copy?"

"Yep. I have already registered it with the Writer's Guild. The American Screenwriter's Association's entrance fee is too high for me to afford, so the Guild is my only safety. But it is already accepted and registered, so go crazy with it."

"Good."

"In fact, here, I've got it copied 5 times for you at my expense. I just hope if you do get the budget, I get a good payment as the scriptwriter."

"Thank you. And of course, you've not just written the script, but also made the scenes, and camera shots, as well as character designs. A lot of pre-production efforts will becomes really short. Now let's hope I can get someone to sponsor the film."

"To a successful producer hunting," Mark raised his orange juice in tetra-pack, and Nolan raised his ice-cold Heineken. The two containers were not glass, so there was no sound, but they touched containers nonetheless before taking a sip.

Mark and Nolan continued to chat for a while at the park bench while enjoying their drinks and the late evening sky, before parting ways, with one having completed his end of the bargain, while the other was now in charge of completing the other end of the bargain.

Mark returned home at night and just had dinner before going to bed. Just before sleeping, a thought crossed his mind, 'I need to improve my diet or it will have consequences on my future. Now that I have finished one script, I can spend some time on myself after and before work. I should take some classes to learn how to cook food. It's been a month since I took over this Mark's body, but the only emotion-altering real-life event has not been repeated. It's unfortunate that the faint feelings I would get from real-life events no longer happen, which means it was most likely a side effect of the nightmare, and likely wont be returning...'

Mark closed his eyes on the negative thought process and conclusion, and went to sleep.