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

<passage>:
[115] THE HILLS OF HOME warm smell of late summer rising out of the slow water. Madrone and birch and willow, limp in the evening quiet, and the taste of smouldering leaves.... Roost and Patches and Seventh Heaven, but to Kimmy it was the hated cry Kimmy shifted the heavy Martian pistol into his left hand and checked his harness. A soft smile touched his lips. He was well armed there was nothing he had to fear from the Plant Men. His bare feet turned “Coming up.” He swung his feet to the bare boards and sat for a moment, wishing he hadn’t had to give up smoking. He could almost imagine the textured taste of the cigaret on his tongue. Oddly enough, he wasn’t tired. He wasn’t excited, either. And that was much stranger. He stood up and opened the window to look out into the desert night. Overhead the stars were brilliant and cold. Mars gleamed Kimball snapped on a light and looked at his watch. 0310. Zero minus one fifty. He opened the steel locker and began to dress. The water swirled warm and velvety around his ankles. There, behind that madrone, Kimmy thought. Was that a Plant Man? The thick white trunk The radium pistol’s weight made his wrist ache, but he clung to it tightly, knowing that he could never cope with a Plant Man with a sword alone. The certainty of coming battle made him smile a little, the way John Carter would smile if he were here in the Valley Dor ready to attack the white Therns and their Plant Men. For a moment, Kimmy felt a thrill of apprehension. The deepening stillness of the river was closing in around him. Even the music from it be the color of an emerald. He paused in midstream, letting the warm water riffle around his feet. Looking up at the green beacon of his home planet, he thought: I’ve left all that behind me. It was never really what I wanted. Mars is where I belong. With my friends, Tars Tarkas the great Green Jeddak, and Carter, the Warlord, and all the beautiful brave people. The phonograph sang with Vallee’s voice: “Cradle me where Kimmy’s eyes narrowed and he waded stealthily across the sacred river. to the sunset and standing safely on his high balcony in the Golden Cliffs while the Plant Men gathered to attack the poor pilgrims Iss had sang. Kimmy stepped cautiously ashore and moved into the cover of a of the night before in the Officers’ Club. They are wondering how I feel, he was thinking. And asking themselves why I want to go. Steinhart, the team analyst. Kimball returned his steady gaze thinking: aim. What could Steinhart know of longing? No, he thought, I’m not being fair. Steinhart was only doing his job. have I to do with you now, he thought? Outside, the winter night lay cold and still over the Base. Floodlights spilled brilliance over the dunes and the scrubby earth, high fences As they filed out of the briefing shack, Steinhart climbed into the command car with Kimball. Chance or design? Kimball wondered. The “We’ve done as well as could be expected,” he said. Steinhart reached for a cigaret and then stopped, remembering that “I didn’t try to kill the assignment for you, Kim,” the “You were married, Kim. What happened?” “I wish you luck, Kim,” Steinhart said. “I mean “Kim,” Steinhart said slowly. “There’s something you “Yes?” Disinterest in his voice now, Steinhart noted clinically. Natural under the circumstances? Or neurosis building up already? “What’s reality, Steinhart? Do Steinhart felt futile and out of his depth. “We know so little about the psychology of space-flight, Kim——” “You’re glad to be leaving, aren’t you—” Steinhart said finally. “Happy to be the first man to try for the planets——” Kimball nodded absently, wishing the man would be quiet. Mars, a dull Kimmy saw the girls before they saw him. In their new, low waisted “Kimm-eeeee—” “Kimmmm—eeee Mom’s going to be mad at you! Answer us!” “Kimmy! You come down here this instant!” shivered, not with horror now. With cold. He walked slowly out of the willows, stumbling a little over the rocks. He lay like an embryo in the viscera of the ship, protected and quite alone. The plastic sac contained him, fed him and the rocket, silent measured by the ticking of the telemeters and the timers, but Kimball slept insulated and complete. And he dreamed. He dreamed of that summer when the river lay still and deep under the as he remembered them through the eyes of a nine-year-old—— And his mother, tall and shadowy, standing on the porch of the rented yourself, Kimmy? I worry about you so—— ” He dreamed of the low, beamed ceiling of the cottage, sweltering in the heat of the summer nights and the thick longing in his throat for red hills and a sky that burned deep blue through the long, long days and canals, clear and still. A land that he knew somehow never was, but which lived, for him, through some alchemy of the mind. He dreamed of Mars. And Steinhart: “ What is reality, Kimmy? The hours stretched into days, the days into months. Time wasn’t. Time was a deep night and a starshot void. And dreams. He awoke seldom. His tasks were simple. The plastic sac and the tender care of the ship were more real than the routine jobs of telemetering information back to the Base across the empty miles, across the rim of the world. He dreamed of his wife. “ You don’t live here, Kim. ” She was right, of course. He [122] wasn’t of earth. Never had been. My love is in the sky, he thought, filled with an immense satisfaction. And time slipped by, the weeks into months the sun dwindled and earth was gone. All around him lay the stunning star-dusted night. He lay curled in the plastic womb when the ship turned. He awoke sluggishly and dragged himself into awareness. “I’ve changed,” he thought aloud. “My face is younger I feel different.” The keening sound of air over the wings brought a thrill. Below him, a great curving disk of reds and browns and yellows. He could see dust There was skill in his hands. He righted the rocket, balanced it. Began the tricky task of landing. It took all of his talent, all of his training. Ponderously, the ship settled into the iron sand slowly, the internal fires died. Kimball stood in the control room, his heart pounding. Slowly, the ports What is reality, Kimmy? Steinhart was right, he thought vaguely. A tear streaked his cheek. He had never been so alone. And then he imagined he saw something moving on the great plain. He scrambled down through the ship, past the empty fuel tanks and the he gasped at the icy air, his lungs laboring to breathe. He dropped to one knee and sucked at the thin, frigid air. His vision was cloudy and his head felt light. But there was dream—— He dropped to the sand and dug his hands into the dry powdery soil. He Kimmm-eee! Kimmmm-eeeee! The voice was thin and distant on the icy wind. Kimball knew that voice. He knew it from long ago in the Valley Dor, from the shores of the Lost Sea of Korus where the tideless waters lay black and deep—— He began stumbling across the empty, lifeless plain. He knew the voice, he knew the man, and he knew the hills that he must reach, quickly now, or die. They were the hills of home. Transcriber’s Note and Errata

<question>:
What did Kimmy realize that Steinhart was right about?

<options>:
A He did indeed escape reality with his overactive imagination
B He was overjoyed to have made it to another planet
C He did feel younger after the trip
D He felt at home upon arriving

<answer>:

A