Since they were told to imagine, Olly closed his eyes in order to get into his imagination properly. Okay, he was walking to a destination. In his mind he was on his way to the kitchen. Maybe he was about to make some fresh chocolate chip cookies. Yum, that sounded really good. Except then the scenario went on and it didn't really make sense. Why would any of those three things be on his way to the kitchen? And why were there three different paths to the kitchen? He should have imagined a better location but it was too late now. Olly knew the destination wasn't the important part and the question was just which of the three he would rather face. A mummy didn't sound too bad. An old decaying body all wrapped in bandages...didn't sound like they could put up much of a fight. A zombie on the other hand... Olly liked his brains where they were thank you very much. An inferi he at least knew how to defeat. They hated fire so a nice incendio would do the trick. Instead of saying any of those things Olly raised his hand and said, "I would just turn around and go back the way I came."