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

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the regular mail run. Pete Greenwood eyed the New Philly Tommy and Pete looked at each other, and Tommy's hands were shaking. "I think," he said, "we'd better find Charlie Pete tossed the letter down the gulper with a sigh. He had "Charlie!" Tommy howled. "We've been trying to get you for hours! The operator—" "I know, I know." Charlie waved a hand disjointedly. "I a Bazooka Battalion, not a PR-man. Pete settled back in the Eastbound Rocketjet with a sigh of resignation. thrashing. Then the head and body joined, executed a horizontal pirouette, and settled gently to the floor like an eight-foot the aisle toward the empty seat next to Pete. the cabin. "Sit down," Pete said to the creature. "Relax. Cheerful "Not at all." Pete tossed his briefcase on the floor. At a close range Pete could see that the "scales" were actually tiny "And we gave it to them." Pete sat down slowly, his face green. "Like a rubber ball with a dent in the side. Push in one side, the other side pops out. And we're the other side. When?" "Any day now. Maybe any minute." Charlie spread his of them sitting about a foot away Pete had to fight down a "Misgauged?" said Pete. can't help it. I always going east ?" "I'm afraid so, friend." Florida ." "Well, you seem to have drifted through into the wrong airplane," said Pete. "Why Florida?" course. The climate is so much better, and they mustn't be disturbed, you know." "Of course," said Pete. "In their condition. I'd forgotten." Pete thought of Tommy, red-faced and frantic, beating off know. Only a few more weeks, a few months at the most. If we couldn't have stopped over here, I just don't know what The passengers within earshot stiffened, glaring at Pete. "Going to try it again right now? Don't rush off," said Pete. "Try four miles down and a thousand miles southeast," said Pete. chuckled to himself, and the passengers avoided him like the an upturned anthill when Pete disembarked from the taxi. He On the newly finished seventeenth floor, he found Tommy chunks had been torn out from time to time. He saw Pete "Me?" said Pete. "I'd never let down a pal." The sarcasm didn't dent Tommy. He led Pete through the Street in his underdrawers. "Hold it," said Pete. "Relax, about a riot in Boston." He started to flip the switch, then added, "See if you can get Charlie down here with his giz." He turned back to Pete with a frantic light in his eye. "Good old Pete. Just in time. Just. Eleventh-hour reprieve. Have a drink, have a cigar—do you want my job? It's yours. Just speak up." "I fail to see," said Pete, "just why you had to drag me all the way from L.A. to have a cigar. I've got work to do." "Selling movies, right?" said Tommy. "Check." "In a manner of speaking," said Pete testily. "Exactly," said Tommy. "Considering some of the movies you've been selling, you should be able to sell anything to and go anywhere they please, and if the people don't like it, the Grdznth just go right ahead anyway." Pete nodded slowly. "Are they?" agreements. But that's just what the psych-docs think, and they've been known to be wrong." "And the appointed time?" Tommy spread his hands helplessly. "If we knew, you'd still be in L.A. Roughly six months and four days, plus or minus a month for the time differential. That's strictly tentative, according to the math boys. It's a parallel universe, one of several thousand already explored, according to the Grdznth scientists working with Charlie Karns. Most of the parallels are analogous, and we happen to be analogous to the Grdznth, a point we've omitted from our PR-blasts. They have an eight-planet system around a hot sun, and it's going to get lots hotter any day now." Pete's eyes widened. "Nova?" "Apparently. Nobody knows how they predicted it, but they through parallel after parallel trying to find one they can migrate to. They found one, sort of a desperation choice. It's cold and arid and full of impassable mountain chains. With an So they came begging for permission to stop here, on the way "So Earth becomes a glorified incubator." Pete got to his box. "It's the parallel universe business, of course," he said to Pete, with Tommy beaming over his shoulder. "The Grdznth of mass, space and dimension, all three. And time comes into one of the three—we aren't sure which." " Strictly them into constants that make sense. But we haven't cracked the differential." "And if you do, then what?" Charlie took a deep breath. "We'll have inter-dimensional mass and dimension." Pete nodded. "That is, if you can make the people put up with them for another six months or so." cosmetician to the Public Relations men. "I say—I am sorry...." His coarse voice trailed off as he peeled a long Pete Greenwood stared at the cosmetician sobbing in the him ?" "Professional pride," said Tommy. "He can take twenty years off the face of any woman in Hollywood. But he's not getting to first base with Gorgeous over there. This is only one thing we've tried," he added as they moved on down the corridor. "You should see the field reports. We've tried selling the advances Earth will have, the wealth, the power. No dice. The Pete peered out the window at the traffic jam below. Cars as it is. And they don't do of course." "Senator—" do something." "That would never do, of course," murmured Pete. "Indeed," said Pete. "Tommy, how fast can you get a PR-blast "We can have prelims six hours after the PR-blast. Pete, Pete stood up, facing the senator. "Everything else has been are though, at least half of them." "Sit down and shut up," said Pete. "If there's one thing the "It's genius," chortled Tommy. "Sheer genius." "If it sells," the senator added, dubiously. "It'll sell," Pete said. "The question is: for how long?" thinner and thinner, while Pete nursed sharp post-prandial "Not a hint. Last night's panel drew like a magnet. The D-Date tag you suggested has them by the nose." "How about the President's talk?" for tolerance levels. Got that? How soon can we have it?" Analysis shook his head. "We could only make a guess with or it's the ax for Charlie." He chuckled to himself, and paced the room in an overflow of nervous energy. "I can see it now. Open shafts instead of elevators. A quick hop to Honolulu for "Sure, sure," said Pete. "It sounds great. Just a little bit too great." "Not crazy. Just getting nervous." Pete jammed his hands we're standing in this thing? We're out on a limb—way out. We're fighting for time—time for Charlie and his gang to crack the puzzle, time for the Grdznth girls to gestate. But what are we hearing from Charlie?" "Pete, Charlie can't just—" "That's right," said Pete. " Nothing are giving us." "Well, they can't gestate forever." "Maybe not, but I still have a burning desire to talk to Charlie. Something tells me they're going to be gestating a little too long."

<question>:
Where was the plane that Pete was aboard heading?

<options>:
A Washington D.C.
B New Philly
C Florida
D L.A.

<answer>:

B