The Comic-Con hall is filled with bodies. Both regular fans, tourists, actors, and die hard cosplays. "Fucking hell..." Ralph's voice trails off while he points to the signing booth of a Black Mirror signing panel.

"Act fucking cool." Ralph almost orgasm's at the sight of Charlie Booker and Annabel Jones, the creators behind Black Mirror.

"Fuck me." Dan mumbles under his breath while trying not to fanboy.

"Who's that fuckwit then?" Chris interferes, pointing towards Charlie who is discussing the statistics of the interactive 'Bandersnatch' episode. The episode of which was really a six hour standalone film.

"Don't call him a fuckwit. He is anything but a fucking fuckwit." Ralph reassures while the three grown men just awkwardly stare at the signing panel...until someone decides to be an asshole and call Dan's name out, then everyone crowds around them.

"Excuse me..." Dan politely tries to move through the crowd to get to his mates who have been rudely pushed aside. All while everyone involuntarily take selfies with him.

"Can I just..." Dan awkwardly smiles while being screamed at by foreign fans who don't speak a single sentence of English.

"We're gonna meet Charlie Booker without you!" Chris immaturely teases while Ralph and him quickly join the queue of the signing booth, which isn't that long. Most people are either crowding around Dan, or going to the next Panel which is IT: Chapter 2.

It's basically where Dan wants to be right now.

"Sign my boobs!" A girl, who looks like she doesn't belong at a nerd convention, asks holding a sharpie. She's got a shirt on...which is unbuttoned. She also has a really short tailored skirt on. She also has dyed purple hair, however she wears very little make up.

"Oh...er..." Dan scratches the back of his head. While other fans try forcing a pen into his hand.

Everyone wants a piece of the 'new guy', it's how it goes at these conventions. Dan didn't know that the impact of Illusion would be this big, so he now definitely regrets not putting a mask on like Chris suggested beforehand.

"Right across..." the fan literally flashes him, to which he awkwardly looks away. Blushing a shade of brilliant rouge.

"I have a girlfriend...I can't..." Dan awkwardly says while a big guy with a beard pats Dan on the shoulder. Dan on the other hand is way too busy trying to pose for different selfies. However, none of the 'ground crew' has noticed Dan's in need of aid.

"Respect, bro" — the bearded red neck says with a smile...right before before ruining the moment — "I'll sign your tits if you want?" The guy adds while the girl bites her fingernail, slightly swaying her upper body. It's in that moment where Dan realised that some of the female species cosplay as Japanese schoolgirls.

"I've always wanted to date an anime bitch! Do you watch hentai?" Dan then looks away and tries not to laugh at the brewing romance of a Star Wars fan and a 'anime bitch'.

Comic-Con is the only place in the whole wide world where different fandoms can join forces. No one is meant to be branded as a 'weirdo' in the convention....but Dan has branded everyone a weirdo, especially the bearded red neck guy.

Dan then manages to somehow free himself of the excess fans and deliberately goes into a area where less convention goers into...the vip zone. During this time of day it's pretty abandoned, the only fans are those who're charging up their phones or having a minutes sleep.

Dan then walks straight towards the security guard. "Is everything alright there, mate?" Dan's shocked to hear a cockney accent in San Diego, but he dismisses it with a smile.

"Nah, mate." — Dan deliberately tries sounding 'more' British than usual, he sounds more common than posh — "I'm in a new film and wasn't expecting the outcome to be...this." Dan then points towards a group of people who're flashing their vip passes to be let into the zone. However the guard doesn't let them in.

"What film?"

"Illusion. The new Marvel one." With that the guards eyes widen. He knows that Marvel usually whisk their actors and actresses away as soon as possible, he's never heard of an actor willingly coming to the convention.

"Where the fuck are your bodyguards?" The guard then hollers over to his friend to not let no more of the vip holders into this zone, for the safety of Dan. He knows that fans can get a little rowdy.

"Bodyguards...what?" Dan laughs in disbelief while the guard then turns away for a second in disbelief. Dan is doing 'celebrity' totally wrong, and it's heartwarmingly hilarious for the guard. He's never seen an actor this anxious and down to Earth, but it's nice.

"Normally actors in those type of films have personal bodyguards which follow them around." Dan then shrugs.

"I guess I didn't get the memo." With that the guard stretches his head, trying to come up with an idea to get Dan unseen by all of his 'soon to be' fans.

"I'll get you a new Spider-Man costume. You and wear that, nobody will know who you are." Dan nods his head while the guard tells him to follow closely behind and keep his head down.

Dan does as he is told and then follows the guard through the back double doors and down the staff stairs.