[ WP ] The Fourth Wall has been breached and our world has come into physical contact with previously fictitious realities . What happens next ?

My first day in London did n't go as a I hoped... it's sort of hard to explain. Right now as of this moment I'm over a thousand years old. That sounds crazy right? I look the same age I did on that first day. The First Day, First Day in London and the First Day of the Convergence, when all the worlds in mankind's imagination converged into one. No one noticed a thing. No one had any clue that in our universe everything we dreamed about existed. Now, this seems like a Fantastic idea and it was but if you did n't know about it what infinite joy was there in this new world? 
 
 I remember the day clearly, it was a brisk November 9th, 2015... my birthday. I wanted to spend it in some place I've always dreamed about. As a kid growing up in Hawaii, London might as well have been the moon on the far side of the world. So when I got there I played the happy-go-lucky tourist checking out every sight and sound. I was traveling with a simply backpack with my necessities: Swiss army knife, water bottle, Cliff bars, the latest book by George R.R. Martin, my Bible, fire starter, and my Sonic Screwdriver that has been with me on every adventure that I can remember. It's a flashlight, pen, and I'm quite the fan. 
 
 Now this was my first time in London, so I can be a bit clueless to my surroundings. I stared up at one of those buildings with amazing architecture, you know the one? Oh right, that's nearly all of them. Anyway, I found myself staring up at one such building when my new life crashed into me. 
 
 `` Ouch, what was that?'' 
 ( *a man shouting in the distance* ) 
 `` **Stop that man! **'' 
 I looked at guy who ran into me. He looked like a man who spent too much time in the desert and not enough time at the barber. Somehow in my disoriented state I obeyed the man's command and grabbed on. 
 
 `` Hey let go of me kid!'' 
 He swung out and connected with my jaw. I slipped lower but still hung on. I had him by his legs. 
 
 If you had been there it would've looked like an albino chimpanzee leaping onto the back of a tiger. I was very outmatched but tenacity counts for something. I bought the man who shouted enough time to reach his target. I swore I heard bones breaking while the guy I held onto crumpled in a sad heap. 
 
 `` Thanks for your help'' 
 
 I saw a man in well-fitted suit with short cropped blone hair and a handsome weathered face. His right hand had tiny spots of blood on the knuckles, probably not his. The demeanor he held himself, upright, piercing blue eyes bearing down on his target, I would've been afraid had I not just helped him. But my mind had only one thought in my delussional stupor... 
 
 `` Daniel Craig?'' 
 
 `` No'' 
 
 Then he called a cab that arrived by the time he had the thug restrained and walking. Somehow it felt like I was worse than the man in cuffs. Despite my pain I was curious. This man ordered to risk my life and stop another. Why and for what cause? Also I have no idea about any of this place maybe he can point me in the right direction. I really am an unwitting tourist when I'm not at home. 
 
 `` Hey where ya headed?'' 
 The Brit gazed into my soul, then with a strange smile. 
 `` SiS headquarters'' 
 
 `` Can I come or at least see the outside? I have n't see that building yet. May I? Please?'' 
 
 And to my surprise... 
 
 `` Sure, get in the cab.'' 
 
 I then rode with him in strange silence till we reached the building. The building was magnificent. The geek in me imagining all the tales, stories, and movies about this place. Sadly it's lost when everyone ignores such fantasy. 
 
 We got out. I held the thug while he paid the cabbie. Then a strange new pain filled my body. I've never been stabbed before. It's weird, first the pain fills all your thoughts then the next second weakness and fear take over as a lingering pain from the wound sets in. But I could n't think about that now, I had the chance to help an actual member of Mi6. I could fight through pain, it did n't feel that deep, I could be a hero. I tried to hang onto him but he cut his restraints and shoved against the cab. Daniel Craig dodged the knife that came from a wild backhand cut but did n't see the right hook that connected with its target. Daniel was knocked down pretty hard. I charged in, why not? I'm just a tourist, this Mi6 agent is someone important. 
 
 I tackled the man with everything I had left. It knocked him down only for a second but something popped loose, maybe a tooth. He sprang back up and was about to get another sprint in when I heard the firework or what I imagined was a firework. His expression changed, he gripped the side of his stomach and fell. That was the first time I heard a gunshot. 
 
 This time I was helped up by the Mi6 Agent. He seemed rather happy this time. He led me inside the building as other agents filed out to collect the body. 
 
 `` Are you okay?'' 
 A puzzled expression found its way on my face, he cares that I was wounded? 
 
 `` Yep, just a flesh wound. I'll be fine. I've had worse.'' 
 
 `` Good, I'll ask my superior and see if we ca n't offer you a small tour of the building.'' 
 
 `` Seriously? You do n't even know who I am.'' 
 
 `` While you busy staring out the window, I took your ID from your backpack and had SiS run a background check.'' 
 
 `` Oh... okay sure.'' 
 
 `` Wait at the front desk for my return.'' 
 
 `` Okay, oh hey what's your name?'' 
 
 `` Bond... James Bond.'' 
 
 `` huh'' 
 
 So I waited at the front desk with the cute receptionist with firey red hair in an updo, waiting for his arrival. Now would be a good time enjoy a snack from my backpack, which he had rifled through, which was sitting by my feet... 
 
 `` Oh Shit! Hey miss can you track down that cab that was here earlier? I left my backpack in it. I think the license plate was LAO2 NNL. Please? It's fairly important. I had a lot of important things in there. My name is Kal Bal'' 
 
 Her eyes met mine with as much distaste as any American should receive in a foreign land. 
 
 `` Sure, please wait.'' 
 
 `` Thanks.'' 
 
 Time started to slip by along with my body. My body felt abnormally tired. 
 
 `` Is my shirt wet? I did n't think I sweat that much. What is this? Blood? It was only a scratch.... Oh that's a lot of blood. I do n't get it. The cut was n't that deep. It was n't that deep. But it's still bleeding. I ca n't stop it. 
 
 MISS! I think I need...'' 
 
 And that was all I remember. I blacked out and awoke in a Hospital. My stomach was wonderfully bandaged and I was rather naked underneath the gown. But my backpack was by my side and that's all that mattered. 
 
 `` Huh, so I met James Bond. That's not that odd. It's not like I met The Doctor or Harry Potter or any other fantastical creatures in the universe but my for my First Day not too bad.'' 
 
 Then a Doctor arrived, a very unusual Doctor... 
 
 ( *End of Part 1. This is something I always wondered about. Now note this was n't inspired by the prompt but simply what I kept in the attic of my mind. I may write a new piece from a third-person perspective. * )
