Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
"I have a chance to go with the first research expedition to Venus," Chapman stared at the radio key. you couldn't take a shower, couldn't brush your teeth, and your kidneys didn't work right. And for double his salary they thought he'd be glad to stay for another No! " fit of bureaucratic rage. Chapman stuffed a rag under it and ignored it. He turned to the hammocks, strung against the bulkhead on the other side of the room. The chattering of the key hadn't awakened anybody Dowden, half in the bottom hammock and half on the floor, was snoring peacefully. Dahl, the poor kid who was due for stopover, was mumbling to himself. Julius Klein, with that look of ineffable happiness on his Lord, Chapman thought, I'll be happy when I can see some other faces. "They wanted me to stay until the next relief ship lands," Chapman whispered back. "What did you say?" sitting on the side of his hammock. "If it had been me, I would have told them just what they could do about it." " All No, Chapman thought, some of us aren't going back. You aren't. And and walked noiselessly over to the small electric stove. It was his day for breakfast duty. The others started lacing up their bunks, getting ready for their last of the Third research group and they'd be on their way back to Earth. And that includes me, Chapman thought. I'm going home. I'm finally That's what happened to guys like Dixon, Chapman thought. On the Moon, Klein came back with the coffee. Chapman took a cup, gagged, and forced "Think we ought to radio the space station and see if they've left "I talked to them on the last call," Chapman said. "The relief ship been here just twice as long as the rest of us. What's the first thing you're going to do once you get back?" It hit them, then. Dowden and Bening looked blank for a minute and "Nothing very spectacular," Chapman said, smiling. "I'm going to rent Then I think I'll see somebody." Chapman grinned. "Oh, just somebody. What are you going to do, Dick?" to the expedition. Then I think I'll go home and see my wife." the money the Commission was paying?" "If I had to do it all over again? Me," said Donley promptly. The phonograph was a small, wind-up model that Chapman had smuggled in You found a home here." The others chimed in and Chapman grinned. Yesterday or a week ago they Chapman stopped them at the lock. "Remember to check your suits for one mistake. And watch out for blisters under the pumice crust. You go through one of those and that's it, brother." Donley sighed. "Chap, you watch us like an old mother hen. You see we and that we stay healthy and happy. I think you'd blow our noses for us if we caught cold. But some day, Chap old man, you're gonna find out that your little boys can watch out for themselves!" Only Klein and Chapman were left in the bunker. Klein was at the work Chapman thought a minute. "I think I miss the sky," he said quietly. "Same reason you didn't mention your wife. You get to thinking about it." Chapman was at the port again, staring out at the bleak landscape. "We "Settle down in a small cottage and raise lots of little Chapmans, eh?" Chapman nodded. He put away the box and came over to the port. Chapman moved over so "He died," Chapman said. "He was a good kid, all wrapped up in science. "Yes. It worked fine, too. We heard everything that went through his mind at the end." it was better they should take their samples and data back to Earth Chapman frowned. "Frankly, I hadn't thought of that. I don't believe it's somebody else's turn now. He volunteered for it. I think I was fair in explaining all about the job when you talked it over among yourselves." "You did, but I don't think Dahl's the man for it. He's too young, too much of a kid. He volunteered because he thought it made him look like a hero. He doesn't have the judgment that an older man would have. That you have." Chapman turned slowly around and faced Klein. His voice trailed away. "It's just that I think it's such a damn important job." Klein had gone out in a last search for rock lichens and Chapman enjoyed one of his relatively few moments of privacy. He wandered over inherited from—who was it? Driesbach?—of the First group. Dahl could probably use them or maybe one of the boys in the Third. But it wasn't like going home unless you packed. It was part of the date. His signature was right beneath Dixon's. He frowned when he thought of Dixon and slid back the catch on the top of the bag and locked it. They should never have sent a kid like Dixon to the Moon. "No," Chapman interrupted bluntly. "I don't. Not at least for ten home tomorrow. I kept thinking, hoping, that maybe somehow—" trying desperately to stop what he was about to do, but just couldn't help himself. "Well, yes, more or less. Oh, God, Chap, I know you want to go home! But I couldn't ask any of the others you were the only one who could, the only one who was qualified!" Dahl looked as though he was going to be sick. Chapman tried to recall all he knew about him. Dahl, Robert. Good mathematician. Graduate from one of the Ivy League schools. Father was a manufacturer of stoves or something. It still didn't add, not quite. "You know I don't like it here any more than you do," Chapman said slowly. "I may have commitments at home, too. What made you think I would change my mind?" Dahl took the plunge. "Well, you see," he started eagerly, too far gone to remember such a thing as pride, "you know my father's pretty well fixed. We would make it worth your while, Chap." He was feverish. "It would mean eighteen more months, Chap, but they'd be well-paid months!" Chapman felt tired. The good feeling he had about going home was slowly evaporating. "If you have any report to make, I think you had better get at it," captain your report than try to radio it back to Earth from here." Chapman was standing in front of it. "Check your suits," he said solemn, very much aware of the tremendous responsibility that rested on their shoulders. Like Donley and Klein and the members of the Second group had been when they had landed. Like Chapman had been in the First. Donley and the others were all over them. How was it back on Earth? Who had won the series? Was so-and-so still teaching at the university? What was the international situation? Chapman had gone through it all before. But was Ginny still Ginny? Some of the men in the Third had their luggage with them. One of them—a husky, red-faced kid named Williams—was opening a box about a Chapman sympathized. If he had had any sense, he'd have tried to smuggle something like that up to the Moon instead of his phonograph. One of the men separated from the group and came over to Chapman. He Chapman nodded and shook hands. They hadn't had a captain on the First "Well, look, Mr. Chapman, is there any place where we can talk together at Chapman. Chapman jerked a thumb toward Dahl. "Ask him. He's in charge now." "I hadn't heard of them." "Oh, yes, Chapman nodded. "They could use a little privacy up here." I wanted to talk to you, Chapman. The Commission talked it over and All this and a title too, Chapman thought. "The answer is no," Chapman said. "I'm not interested in more money "Bob Dahl is staying for stopover. If there's something important about

<question>:
Who does Chapman want to visit when he returns to Earth?

<options>:
A no one - he wants to sit alone in a room over Times Square
B his wife
C Ginny
D his mother

<answer>:

C