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

<passage>:
in a loose cloak, he blinked small reddish eyes at Dan Slane's I'd have no concern for my paintings today!" "Another idiotic scheme to waste my money," Snithian snapped. "I've made you responsible for security here, Kelly! Let's have no more nonsense. And throw this nincompoop out!" Snithian turned and stalked away, his cloak flapping at his knees. added. Kelly nodded. "I'll fingerprint you and run a fast agency check. If you're clean, I'll put you on, starting tonight. But keep it quiet." Theory failed at that point such a target, the thieves were bound to show up. If Dan sat in the Dan liked it. Still, it hardly there'd be no second chance. He would have lost his crack at—whatever his discovery might mean to him. "A very gratifying consignment," his companion said. "However, we'd Manny shuffled through the other pictures in the stack. "Like always," he grumbled. "No nood dames. I like nood dames." Manny looked. "Yeah, nice use of values," he conceded. "But I still prefer nood dames, Fiorello." "And this!" Fiorello lifted the next painting. "Look at that gay play popular with the sparrows." "Manny, sometimes I think your aspirations—" in the cage, stopped dead as he caught sight of Dan. The painting clattered to the floor. Dan stood, cleared his throat. "Uh...." "Oh-oh," Manny said. "A double-cross." "I told you we couldn't trust no guy with nine fingers on each hand," Manny whispered hoarsely. He moved toward the cage. "Let's blow, Fiorello." "Wait a minute," Dan said. "Before you do anything hasty—" "Don't start nothing, Buster," Manny said cautiously. "We're plenty tough guys when aroused." "Paintings? Look, it was all a mistake. Like, we figured this was the gent's room—" "Never mind, Manny," Fiorello cut in. "It appears there's been a leak." Dan shook his head. "No leak. I simply deduced—" fellows." "Ah-hah!" Kelly's voice blared from somewhere. "I knew it! Slane, you crook!" It appeared Kelly hedged his bets. "Mr. Kelly, I can explain everything!" Dan called. He turned back to Fiorello. "Listen, I figured out—" "Pretty clever!" Kelly's voice barked. "Inside job. But it takes more than the likes of you to out-fox an old-timer like Eddie Kelly." "Perhaps you were right, Manny," Fiorello said. "Complications are arising. We'd best depart with all deliberate haste." He edged toward the cage. "What about this ginzo?" Manny jerked a thumb toward Dan. "He's on to us." "Look—I want to go with you!" Dan shouted. "I'll bet you do!" Kelly's voice roared. "One more minute and I'll have the door open and collar the lot of you! Came up through a tunnel, did you?" "You can't go, my dear fellow," Fiorello said. "Room for two, no more." Dan whirled to the cot, grabbed up the pistol Kelly had supplied. He aimed it at Manny. "You stay here, Manny! I'm going with Fiorello in the time machine." "Are you nuts?" Manny demanded. "I'm flattered, dear boy," Fiorello said, "but—" "Let's get moving. Kelly will have that lock open in a minute." "You can't leave me here!" Manny spluttered, watching Dan crowd into the cage beside Fiorello. "We'll send for you," Dan said. "Let's go, Fiorello." The balding man snatched suddenly for the gun. Dan wrestled with him. The pistol fell, bounced on the floor of the cage, skidded into the far corner of the vault. Manny charged, reaching for Dan as he twisted aside Fiorello's elbow caught him in the mouth. Manny staggered back into the arms of Kelly, bursting red-faced into the vault. "Manny!" Fiorello released his grip on Dan, lunged to aid his companion. Kelly passed Manny to one of three cops crowding in on his heels. Dan clung to the framework as Fiorello grappled with Kelly. A cop pushed past them, spotted Dan, moved in briskly for the pinch. Dan grabbed a lever at random and pulled. But this was no time to be cautious. Things hadn't turned out just the way he'd planned, but after all, this was what he'd wanted—in a way. The time machine was his to command. And if he gave up now and crawled back into the vault, Kelly would gather him in and pin every art theft of the past decade on him. It couldn't be another second she would see him, and give the alarm—and Dan needed Dan blinked at the flash of blue and looked down. He was hovering "Who're you?" a bass voice demanded from somewhere near the floor. "I'm ... I'm ... Dan Slane ... your honor." "What happened to Manny and Fiorello?" "They—I—There was this cop. Kelly—" "Oh-oh." The brown eyes blinked deliberately. The many-fingered hands swiveled to a small refrigerator, removed an immense bottle fitted with a nipple and turned back to Dan. "Now, I got a proposition which may be of some interest to you. The loss of Manny and Fiorello is a serious blow, but we may yet recoup the situation. You made the scene at a most opportune time. What I got in mind is, with those two clowns out of the new sources of novelty items for the impulse-emporiums of the entire Secondary Quadrant." "But the way Manny and Fiorello came sailing in through the wall! That has to be a time machine they were riding in. Nothing else could just "You seem to have a time-machine fixation, Dan," Blote said. "You that everyone has. Now—" Blote's voice sank to a bass whisper—"I'll Blote waggled a stubby forefinger at Dan. "I dislike pointing it out, entry, illegal possession of property, trespass—then doubtless some embarrassment exists back at the Snithian residence. I daresay Mr. Kelly would have a warm welcome for you. And, of course, I myself would "Don't attempt to weasel on me, Dan," Blote rumbled ominously. Silently, Blote produced a dog-eared directory. Dan opened it. "That won't be necessary, Dan," Blote said. "I'll accompany you." He grew even fainter. "Best we remain unnoticed," he explained. Blote scrambled out, brown eyes swivelling to take in the concrete "Grab him!" someone yelled. Blote recoiled, threshing his ambulatory members in a fruitless attempt to regain the carrier as Manny and Fiorello closed in. Dan hauled at a lever. He caught a last glimpse of three struggling, blue-lit figures as the carrier shot away through the cell wall. telling what other resources Blote might have. He would have to hide landscape of trees and houses. Dan covered his ears against the was, it hadn't attracted any attention from the scattered pedestrians hadn't it gone into action earlier? Dan took a deep breath. Sound or no exploding. Dan stared from the seat at an iridescent rectangle "No compree," Dan choked out "Uh ... juh no parlay Fransay...."

<question>:
What would have happened if Dan had never encountered Blote?

<options>:
A He would not have had to worry about finding a way to abandon Blote from the carrier.
B He would have learned about time machines from another person.
C He would never have learned how to operate the carrier and would have needed to seek help from someone else.
D He would have been caught and arrested by Kelly along with Manny and Fiorello.

<answer>:

A