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 smouldering leaves.... It wasn’t the Russian River. It was the Sacred Iss. The sun had touched the gem-encrusted cliffs by the shores of the Lost Sea of Korus and had vanished, leaving only the stillness of the dusk and the lonely cry of Roost and Patches and Seventh Heaven, but to Kimmy it was the hated cry of the Father of Therns calling the dreadful Plant Men to their feast of victims borne into [116] this Valley Dor by the mysterious Iss. Kimmy shifted the heavy Martian pistol into his left hand and checked up-stream, away from the sound of the phonograph, toward the shallows in the river that would permit him to cross and continue his search along He swung his feet to the bare boards and sat for a moment, wishing he out of your head and tell them about the still waters of Korus, or the pennons flying from the twin towers of Greater Helium or the way the 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 For a moment, Kimmy felt a thrill of apprehension. The deepening stillness of the river was closing in around him. Even the music from sky was changing from pink to gray to dusty blue. A bright star was breaking through the curtain of fading light. He knew it was Venus, the Evening Star. But let it be Earth, he thought. And instead of white, let 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 brought to this cursed valley. “Sing me to sleep, lullaby of the leaves”—the phonograph sang. Kimmy stepped cautiously ashore and moved into the cover of a Kimball stood now in the bright glare of the briefing shack, a strange of the night before in the Officers’ Club. They are wondering how 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 vaguely into the rumbling night. That’s what it was. Odd that he should “I didn’t try to kill the assignment for you, Kim,” the “You were married, Kim. What happened?” and the wooden barracks. Overhead, the stars like dust across the sky. Kimball, swathed in plastic, a fantastic figure not of earth, watched them wheel across the clear, deep night. “You know the answers as well as I,” the Colonel said impatiently. “Set up the camp and wait for the next rocket. If it “In two years.” “In two years,” the plastic figure said. Didn’t he know that “Kim,” Steinhart said slowly. “There’s something you clinically. Natural under the circumstances? Or neurosis building up already? course. You know there’s no such thing as a normal human being. We all have tendencies toward one or more types of psychoses. In your case the coolly . “What’s reality, Steinhart? Do you know?” child.” [120] about the psychology of space-flight, Kim——” Silence. The rumble of the tires on the packed sand of the road, the murmur of the command car’s engine, spinning oilily, and lit by tiny finally. “Happy to be the first man to try for the planets——” Kimball nodded absently, wishing the man would be quiet. Mars, a dull rusty point of light low on the horizon, seemed to beckon. They topped the last hillock and dropped down into the lighted bowl of the launching site. The rocket towered, winged and monstrously checkered in white and orange, against the first flickerings of the false dawn. Kimmy saw the girls before they saw him. In their new, low waisted “Kimm-eeeee—” They were calling him. In the deepening dusk their voices carried far down the river. “Kimmmmm—eeeeeeeeee—” voices carry down to where he hid from the dangers of the Valley Dor. “Where is that little brat, anyway?” “Cracked—just cracked. Oh, where IS he, anyway? Kimmm-eee, you shifting light of the two moons. [121] “Kimmmm—eeee Mom’s going to be mad at you! Answer us!” “Kimmy! You come down here this instant!” 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 now, coursed through the airless deep like a questing thought. Time was slept insulated and complete. He dreamed of that summer when the river lay still and deep under the 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 Mars. And Steinhart: “ What is reality, Kimmy? ” 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 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 unreal, a painting of unworldly quiet and desolation. What is reality, Kimmy? scrambled down through the ship, past the empty fuel tanks and the something moving on the plain. fluttering pennons. Huge golden chariots with scythes flashing on the circling hubs and armored giants, the figments of a long remembered 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, or die. They were the hills of home. Transcriber’s Note and Errata This etext was produced from “Future Science Fiction” No. 30 1956. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S.

<question>:
Where had Kimmy arrived after waking from his slumber in the ship?

<options>:
A Mars
B Venus
C Korus
D Earth

<answer>:

A