He was walking down the sidewalk with Spider-Man. Maybe he really was losing it and this was what going mad felt like. He really wasn't sure what to make of where he was or why he was there. He didn't understand where Camp Half-Blood went, or why he was no longer even anywhere near New york. "Are you here to give me Ruby Red slippers and tell me you're my Spider God Mother?" That was what happened in dreams right, they weren't supposed to come true or make sense for normal people. Percy was far from normal.
There was no way this could actually be real life though. People were ignoring the fact that he was standing beside a comic book character. Nobody was freaking out, or calling the police and deeming him a public menace, they just went about their normal lives. Too wrapped up in their own business to care about the kid with the super hero who wasn't supposed to exist much less talk to him and sympathize with him.
"Why aren't I in it? I didn't mean to come here. I'm supposed to be-" He paused, looking up suspiciously. Sure this was Spider-Man but it could also be some goon in a costume playing a trick. If he told him he was a Demi-God on a quest, how long before he was the one in Spider-Man costumes along with him.
"I'm supposed to be at camp." he said with a raised eyebrow. "I'd say that sounds about right." He ran his hand through his dark hair in frustration. "Maybe I really am crazy."