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

<passage>:
transiting the constellations in a disreputable TRS CLEOPATRA FLEET BASE CANALOPOLIS MARS STOP SUBJECT ORDERS STOP ROUTE LUNA PHOBOS SYRTIS MAJOR TRANSSENDERS PRIORITY AAA STOP MESSAGE FOLLOWS STOP TRS CLEOPATRA AND ALL ATTACHED AND OR ASSIGNED PERSONNEL HEREBY RELIEVED ASSIGNMENT AND DUTY INNER PLANET PATROL GROUP STOP A tense week passed and then the ship neared the spot where a change over to prime-space could be effected. According to Bayne's calculations, 40 Eridani C would be within 40,000,000 miles of them when the ship emerged from hyper space. large and small, lay in a globular cluster dead ahead. They spread out in all directions for more than half a parsec ... dull, rocky little worlds without a gram of detectable mass. All that waited for the Cleopatra's Cleopatra Strike shook his head. Lieutenant Whitley looked crestfallen. "Then perhaps old Brass-bottom Gorman means some other guy named Strykalski?" To Cob, eight Martinis with the rapacious Eridans. With typically human adaptiveness they discussion. "No." Whitley sighed unhappily. "And there's only one Tellurian Rocket Cleopatra in the Combined Solarian Navies, bless her little iron rump! Gorman means us. And I think we've been had, that's what I think!" Strike made a passing effort to look stern and failed. "You mean Captain Cleopatra to Tethys for and tests. And Commander Strykalski was concerned. The beloved Old Aphrodisiac didn't take kindly to innovations. At least she never had Cleopatra's like all the rest, bound with chains of affection to the cranky old warship. The Cleopatra's tonight?" "Bayne." "Celia, you'd better go relieve him. He'll have to work all night to get us an orbit plotted." bridge." "What time do you want to lift ship?" "0900 hours." "Right." Cob took a last loving look around the comfortable officer's club and heaved a heavy sigh. "Tethys, here comes Lover-Girl. It's going to be a long, long cruise, Captain." How long, he couldn't have known ... then. The flight out was uneventful. Uneventful, that is for the T.R.S. Cleopatra . Only one tube-liner burned through, and only six hours wasted in nauseous free-fall. million miles of Jupiter and settled comfortably down on the airless field next to the glass-steel dome of the Experimental Substation on Tethys. But her satisfied repose was interrupted almost before it was her even before her tubes had cooled. Power lines were crossed and hulk the way you used to!" "It's a good thing," returned Ivy, still smiling, "that I'll be back at my old job for a while, then." Cleopatra's been disposed of, "is what's with this 'Project Warp'? What are you planning for Lover-Girl? Your techmen are tearing into her like she was a twenty-day leave!" "And why was the Cleopatra Cleopatra here you are." "Why us?" Cob asked thoughtfully. "I'll answer that," offered Strike, "Lover-Girl's a surge circuit when you say it that way." "You could call it other things, if you should happen to prefer them," the group-mind.... He heard himself saying sharply into Ivy's communicator: "See to it that my ship is fueled and armed for space within three hours!" "Hold on, Strike!" Ivy Hendricks intervened, "What about the tests?" "I'm temporarily under Research and Development command, Ivy, but Regulations say that fighting ships cannot be held inactive during wartime! The Cleopatra's a warship and there's a war on now. If you can have your gear jerry-rigged in three hours, you can come along and test it when we have the chance. Otherwise the hell with it!" Strykalski's face was dead set. "I mean it, Ivy." "All right, Strike. I'll be ready," Ivy Hendricks said coolly. Exactly three hours and five minutes later, the newly created hyper-ship that was still Old Aphrodisiac lifted from the ramp outside An hour after blasting free of Tethys was pointed at the snaking river Cleopatra "Here it is," Strykalski told Cob. "Right on time." "Speak of the devil," muttered the Executive. "Steady as she goes." "Yes, sir." "And that," shrugged Ivy Hendricks, "Is that." Three weeks passed in the timeless limbo of second-order flight. Blast tubes silent, the Cleopatra rode the curvature of space toward Eridanus. At eight and a half light years from Sol, the second-order was cut so that Bayne could get a star sight. As the lights of the chlorine lines...." "Eridans!" cried Ivy. "What's the range, Celia?" demanded Strike. "And how many of them are there?" The sound of the calculator came through the grill. Then Celia replied: "Range 170,000 miles, and there are more than fifty and less than two hundred. That's the best I can do from this far away. They seem to have some sort of radiation net out and they are moving into spread formation." Strike cursed. "They've spotted us and they want to scoop us in with "Shift into second-order! We'll have to try and run their net!" "Yes, sir," Whitley snapped. "Communications!" called Strike. "Communications here." "We're going into second-order, Celia. Use UV Radar and keep tabs on them." "Yes, Captain." point in the monitor's body. Lover-Girl was being hurt ... hurt badly. The second-order drive was damaged, not beyond repair, but out of commission for at least six hours. And they couldn't last six hours. They couldn't last another ten minutes. It was only the practiced hands of her Captain and crew that kept the Cleopatra She struggled out of the flying bridge and down the ramp toward the with his free hand. "All right?" he demanded with his heart in his throat. " Try it! Cleopatra It was only the fact that they could return at will to their own space ... and the danger of the questing Eridans ... that kept one or all from crying out in utter childish fear. Celia Graham whimpered Cleopatra them. "Cob," Strike directed with forced briskness, "Take over Damage Control. See what can be done about the second-order drive." Cob pulled himself together, smiling as all the accustomed pieces of his life began to fit together again. It didn't matter that they agoraphobia must be more acute, reasoned Strike, and Bayne must have been subconsciously stirred up by the disappearance of the familiar stars that were his stock-in-trade. "Plot us a course to 40 Eridani C, Bayne," Strykalski directed. "On gyro-headings." "What?" The astrogator sounded as though he thought Strike had lost his dead-reckoning. Here's a chance for you to do a real job. Get me an orbit." "I ... all right, Captain," grumbled Bayne. gadget you have dreamed up out of your Project Warp," he breathed shakily. "At least the fat's out of the fire for the time being...." I hope so." They fell silent, seeking comfort in each other's presence. The second-order drive repaired, Old Aphrodisiac moved out through the alien space toward the spot where 40 Eridani C existed on the other side of the barrier. Cleopatra

<question>:
How long did it take the Cleopatra to travel from Tethys to Eridanus?

<options>:
A Eight and a half light years
B Three hours and five minutes
C An unknown amount of time
D Three weeks

<answer>:

D