Half-carrying himself or at least a double of himself across a field while looking like someone else was a bit much for a Percy to comprehend. Percy's first instinct was to take this guy to Chiron and see what he could. But suddenly Percy realized that this was no normal mishap and that whatever this was… would probably be blamed on him in the long run. Just like how it always is thought Percy. Percy stopped abruptly after hearing a snapping sound. He looked down and picked up what appeared to be a snapped branch, only this was the most intricate stick that Percy's ever seen.
"Take it" whispered the duplicate.
"What?" Why this guy wanted a broken stick, Percy had no idea.
"Take it with you" the guy muttered. He was obviously going to black out.
"Um… o-ok" Percy had nearly forgotten about this guy because he got lost in his own thoughts. He put the broken twigs in his hoodie pocket before realizing that there was a big hole in it. Percy put the pieces in his jean pocket and kept going. At this point he wasn't sure what he was going to do with this fraud but before he could come up with anything he heard a familiar voice.
"Percy!" Percy turned with the stranger leaning on him. Annabeth was standing there watching, almost judging the situation. She looked straight into Percy's eyes. And she could tell something was wrong.