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

<passage>:
When the elevator didn't come, that just made the day perfect. A broken "All right, whatever you say." list. Suffice it to say that when the elevator didn't come, that put He glowered at me a moment longer, then shouted, "Bah!" and dropped o'clock, she meant ten o'clock. Don't get me wrong. I don't mean that Linda's a perfectionist or a harridan or anything like that. Far from it. But she does have a fixation on that one subject of punctuality. The result of her job, Well, of course, after working as an ore-sled dispatcher for three shortly after we'd started dating, when I arrived at her place five minutes late and found her having hysterics. She thought I'd been killed. She couldn't visualize anything less than that keeping me from arriving at the designated moment. When I told her what actually had happened—I'd broken a shoe lace—she refused to speak to me for four "Now, wait a minute—" And then the elevator didn't come. "No!" he shouted. "You wait a minute! I want to tell you something. You days. I came here by foot, without any sort of radiation shield at all to "The radiation level," he went on, "is way down. It's practically as low as it was before the Atom War. I don't know how long it's been that low, but I would guess about ten years, at the very least." He leaned forward again, urgent and serious. "The world is safe out there least a year or two, and I can't think of anyone I would rather spend that time with than you." now. Man can come back out of the cave again. He can start building than a blurted, "Will you marry me?" and I struggled with zippers and malfunctioning air-cons, and I managed somehow to leave the apartment at five minutes to ten. Linda lived down on the hundred fortieth floor, thirteen stories away. It never took more than two or three minutes to get to her place, so I was giving myself plenty of time. But then the elevator didn't come. The elevator had always arrived before, within thirty seconds of the button being pushed. This was a local stop, with an elevator that traveled between the hundred thirty-third floor and the hundred sixty-seventh floor, where it was possible to make connections for either the next local or for the express. So it couldn't be more than twenty stories away. And this was a non-rush hour. I pushed the button again, and then I waited some more. I looked at my watch and it was three minutes to ten. Two minutes, and no elevator! If it didn't arrive this instant, this second, I would be late. I vacillated, not knowing what to do next. Stay, hoping the elevator Ten more seconds, and still no elevator. I chose the second Frantic, I dashed from the apartment again, back down the hall to the elevator, and leaned on that blasted button with all my weight. Even if the elevator should arrive right now, I would still be almost a minute late. was just too much. I went into a frenzy, and kicked the elevator door three times before I realized I was hurting myself more than I was hundred and fifty-third floor! I just rang for the elevator and——" "The-elevator-is-disconnected." She said it very rapidly, as though she disconnected? Elevators don't the elevator is disconnected?" what you people have done to me by disconnecting the elevator. You have preoccupied to notice it at the time. "In every way but one," I continued. "She has one small imperfection, a fixation about punctuality. And I was supposed to meet her at ten o'clock. I'm late! " I shook my fist at the screen. "Do you realize what you've , disconnecting the elevator? Not only won't she managed to get into the elevator before the Army could catch him. He "He plugged in the manual controls. We can't control the elevator from the elevator at them." the elevator?" "He runs it up and down the shaft," she explained, "trying to crush glanced to her right, suddenly straightened up again, and said, "We-will-resume-service-as-soon-as-possible." Click. Blank screen. For a minute or two, all I could do was sit and absorb what I'd been told. A spy in the elevator! A spy who had managed to work his way all the way up to the hundred forty-seventh floor before being unmasked! more space. So that housing, in the historically short time of one separate floors set aside for schools and churches and factories, robot I leaped to my feet, reading from my watch that it was now ten-fifteen. I dashed once more from the apartment and down the hall to the He was still there. At least, the elevator was still out. door to the right of the elevator. Through that door was the stairway. I hadn't paid any attention to it before. No one ever uses the stairs down from landing to landing. I myself hadn't set foot on a flight of stairs since I was twelve years old. Actually, the whole idea of stairs was ridiculous. We had elevators, the use of stairs? required a complete set of stairs in every building constructed in the city. Ergo, the Project had stairs, thirty-two hundred of them. And now, after all these years, the stairs might prove useful after all. It was only thirteen flights to Linda's floor. At sixteen steps a flight, that meant two hundred and eight steps. Could I descend two hundred and eight steps for my true love? I could. If the door would open. It would, though reluctantly. Who knew how many years it had been since finally opened half way. I stepped through to the musty, dusty landing, took a deep breath, and started down. Eight steps and a landing, eight steps and a floor. Eight steps and a landing, eight steps and a floor. On the landing between one fifty and one forty-nine, there was a ELEVATOR SHAFT elevator shaft. open-mouthed and wide-eyed. Unfortunately, he recovered first. didn't look like a at the descending stairs and whispered, "Where do they go?" I had to clear my throat before I could speak. "All the way down," I said. "Good," he said—just as we both heard a sudden raucous squealing from perhaps four flights down, a squealing which could be nothing but the opening of a hall door. It was followed by the heavy thud of ascending "One fifty-three," I said. This was a desperate and dangerous man. I knew my only slim chance of safety lay in answering his questions promptly, cooperating with him until and unless I saw a chance to And so we went back up the stairs to one fifty-three, and stopped at We went. I have never in my life seen that long hall quite so empty as emerged from any of the branch halls. We walked to my apartment. I "Make me a cup. And don't get any bright ideas about dousing me with boiling water." "I only have my day's allotment," I protested. "Just enough for two cups, lunch and dinner." "Two cups is fine," he said. "One for each of us." Incredible! I nearly poured boiling water all over myself. "Outside? Of course not!" "The same thing," he grumbled, "over and over again. Always the same stupidity. Listen, you! Do you realize how long it took man to get out of the caves? The long slow painful creep of progress, for millennia, before he ever made that first step from the cave?" "I have no idea," I told him. "I'll tell you this," he said belligerently. "A lot longer than it took for him to turn around and go right back into the cave again." He started pacing the floor, waving the gun around in an agitated fashion politely. "So what happened?" he demanded, and immediately answered himself. "I'll tell you what happened! Just as he was about to make that first

<question>:
About how long did it take the elevator to travel one floor?

<options>:
A half a minute
B 1 minute
C 2 to 3 minutes
D less than a quarter of a minute

<answer>:

D