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

<passage>:
other minds in the other dimension. Man had waged a war and war had bred a pestilence. And the whole vast cycle of events was but a detail of a cyclopean plan. Mr. Jonathon Chambers left his house on Maple Street at exactly that other dimension ... or was it one supreme intelligence ... had deliberately sown the seeds of dissension. The reduction of the He could see it all now. By an insidious mass hypnosis minions from world's mental power had been carefully planned with diabolic He didn't walk fast. He took his time. He always returned to his Weakly Mr. Chambers moved back to his chair in the corner. For people long ago had gathered that Mr. Chambers desired to be left alone. The newer generation of townsfolk called it eccentricity. Certain uncouth persons had a different word for loved, who had endowed those things with such substantial form by power of mind alone that they now stood out alone against the power of some greater mind. The street was gone. The rest of his house was gone. This room This room, he knew, would stay the longest. And when the rest of remain. For this was the spot where he had lived for twenty years. The bedroom was for sleeping, the kitchen for eating. This October wind was rustling the dead leaves when Mr. Chambers room was for living. This was his last stand. lived with this room. Their interests had been divided, thinly area four blocks by three, or a room fourteen by twelve. Mr. Chambers turned his eyes back into the room. The clock was snarling and growling, snapping at his heels. But Mr. Chambers room. "Oh, well," said Mr. Chambers, "I never did like that very well." The wind whipped the muted words away and Mr. Chambers grumbled Something one could expect to happen. Perhaps, if he thought hard enough, he could bring them back. But, after all, what was the use? One man, alone, could not stand Mr. Chambers had written. of Oak and Lincoln and they were talking excitedly. Mr. Chambers caught some excited words: "It's happening everywhere.... What do you think it is.... The scientists can't explain...." He wondered if he would retain his individuality ... if he still would be a person. Or would he merely be a thing? There was one answer to all of that. He simply didn't know. The room, or what was left of it, plunged into dreadful silence. Mr. Chambers started. The clock had stopped. Funny ... the first then stepped back and Mr. Chambers continued on his walk. But 15 minutes too soon! For twenty years, day in, day out, he Shaken, muttering to himself, Mr. Chambers let himself in his He hung his hat and coat on the rack in the hall and walked Silence filled the room. A silence that was measured by the But silence was no strange thing to Mr. Chambers. Once he had of them. Others might discuss and worry over them if they wished. To him they simply did not matter. But there were two things tonight that did matter. Two curious, had forgotten his cigar. Huddled in the chair, he frowned slowly. It was disquieting to have something like that happen. There must be something wrong. Had his long exile finally turned his mind ... perhaps just a No, he hadn't. Take this room, for example. After twenty years it Every detail of the room was engraved in his mind with ... Mr. Chambers loved that picture. It had depth, he always said. It Further reverie became an effort as Mr. Chambers felt himself succumbing to weariness. He undressed and went to bed. For an hour he lay awake, assailed by vague fears he could neither define nor understand. When finally he dozed off it was to lose himself in a series of horrific dreams. He dreamed first that he was a castaway on a flee he stayed in the one place. His legs worked frantically, pumping like pistons, but he could make no progress. It was as if All next day he was uneasy and as he left the house that evening, at precisely seven o'clock, he kept saying to himself: "You must not forget tonight! You must remember to stop and get your cigar!" before, why he had arrived home fifteen minutes early. Was something happening in the world which he, in his secluded life, knew nothing about? Mr. Chambers shivered, reached to turn up the collar of his coat, shrieking of the newsboy calling his papers. Something to do with the happenings in the world from which he had excluded himself. He brought them back to mind now and lingered over the one central theme of the talk he overheard: the wars and plagues. Hints of a Europe and Asia swept almost clean of human life, of the plague ravaging Africa, of its appearance in South America, Mr. Chambers got to his feet, strode to the door, opened it and With a sigh of relief, Mr. Chambers turned back into the hall. Gulping in fright, Mr. Chambers slammed the door shut, locked it The light through the windows slowly grew brighter. Mr. Chambers too might right itself. But Mr. Chambers was very weary. Too weary to think about the house. him. Rigid, he sat there, limp inside at the thought. Minutes later he arose and almost ran across the room to the old mahogany that Mr. Chambers' entire life was centered. remembered, had made a great deal of it at the time. Tongues had and not as something else. Minds that see things as they are and have kept things as they were.... Destroy those minds and the ages may have moulded an imagery of that space in which he lives, Granting then that the power of men's minds alone holds this universe, or at least this world in its present form, may we not go farther and envision other minds in some other plane watching the university, had been forced into this hermit life. A tumultuous idea hammered at him. Men had died by the millions all over the world. Where there had been thousands of minds there The plague had swept Europe and Asia almost clean of life, had blighted Africa, had reached South America ... might even have come to the United States. He remembered the whispers he had heard, the words of the men at the drugstore corner, the the missing piece of a puzzle into its slot. The significance of it all gripped him with damning clarity. There were not sufficient minds in existence to retain the material world in its mundane form. Some other power from another dimension was fighting to supersede man's control Abruptly Mr. Chambers closed the book, shoved it back in the case closed in behind him. The houses were wiped out, the sidewalk faded into nothing. He shouted, hoping to attract attention. But his voice frightened him. It seemed to ricochet up and into the higher levels of the With a wild cry, Mr. Chambers turned and ran. Back down the that Mr. Chambers felt the eyes peering at him. Thousands of eyes glaring down with but a single purpose. Mr. Chambers pushed open the door of his house. But he did not He sighed with relief as he saw the room was unchanged. This was his room, he thought. Rooms acquire the personality of But how long could he ... his brain ... maintain its existence? But this room was his. He alone had furnished it. He alone, since This room would stay. It must stay on ... it must.... familiar things that would go first. Wheeling, he stared across the room. Was it his imagination, or own mind? Might not the street be as it always was, with laughing children and barking dogs? Might not the Red Star confectionery still exist, splashing the street with the red of its neon sign? Could it be that he was going mad? He had heard whispers when he had passed, whispers the gossiping housewives had not intended him to hear. And he had heard the shouting of boys when he walked by. They thought him mad. Could he be really mad? But he knew he wasn't mad. He knew that he perhaps was the sanest

<question>:
Why did Mr. Chambers' room last so much longer than other parts of the neighborhood?

<options>:
A He is actually only imagining this.
B His mind is unusually strong.
C He has spend so much time and attention in this room.
D The other minds are worried about him.

<answer>:

C