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

<passage>:
Stories by Alan E. Nourse published in 1963. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and typographical errors have been corrected "Just suppose," said Morgan, "that I did but all in all, a perfectly ordinary looking man. Maybe too ordinary, Morgan thought. hunted look in their depths that chilled Morgan a little. "Where nowhere. But you've got to believe me, Morgan. I'm lost, end." "I'll tell you where it's going to end," said Morgan. "It's The place was dark and almost empty. Overhead, a rotary fan swished patiently. The man across from Morgan ran a hand through his dark hair. "There must be some other way," he said. "There has to be." "All right, let's start from the beginning again," Morgan said. "Maybe we can pin something down a little better. You say your name is Parks—right?" The man nodded. "Jefferson Haldeman Parks, if that helps any. Haldeman was my mother's maiden name." "All right. And you got into town on Friday—right?" Parks nodded. "Fine. Now go through the whole story again. What happened first?" The man thought for a minute. "As I said, first there was you noticed?" " Strange! " Parks' eyes widened. "I—I was speechless. At city, and I knew I wasn't crazy." Morgan's mouth took a grim line. "You understood the language?" "Oh, yes. I don't see how I could have, but I did. We talked all the way into New York—nothing very important, but we understood each other. His speech had an odd sound, but—" Morgan nodded. "I know, I noticed. What did you do when you got to New York?" "Well, obviously, I needed money. I had gold coin. There had been no way of knowing if it would be useful, but I'd taken it on chance. I tried to use it at a newsstand first, and the man wouldn't touch it. Asked me if I thought I was the U.S. Treasury or something. When he saw that I was serious, he sent me to a money lender, a hock shop, I think he called it. So I found a place—" Parks dropped two small gold discs on the table. They were Morgan looked up at the man sharply. "What did you get for these?" Parks shrugged. "Too little, I suspect. Two dollars for the small one, five for the larger." "You should have gone to a bank." "I know that now. I didn't then. Naturally, I assumed that with everything else so similar, principles of business would also be similar." Morgan sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Well, then what?" Parks poured some more coffee. His face was very pale, "First, I went to the mayor's office," he said. "I kept trying to think what anyone at home would do in my place. That seemed there." "But you didn't get to see him." "And you told him?" "No. I wanted to see the mayor himself. I thought that was ushered back into the street again." "They didn't believe you," said Morgan. "Not for a minute. They laughed in my face." Morgan nodded. "I'm beginning to get the pattern. So what only they weren't so gentle. They wouldn't listen either. They muttered something about cranks and their crazy notions, and when they asked me where I lived, they thought I was—what did they call it?—a wise guy! Told me to get out and not come back with any more wild stories." "I see," said Morgan. Jefferson Parks finished his last bite of pie and pushed the them. I began to look for things that were different , things that I could show them, and say, see, this proves that I'm telling calendars, for instance. Naturally, I couldn't understand your frame of reference. And the coinage, you stamp your coins we don't. And cigarettes. We don't have any such thing as tobacco." We have little animals that look more like rabbits than poodles. But there was nothing any more significant than that. Absolutely nothing." "Except yourself," Morgan said. "Ah, yes. I thought that over carefully. I looked for differences, obvious ones. I couldn't find any. You can see that, just fingerprints, bone structure, body proportion. I still couldn't find anything. Then I went to a doctor." Morgan's eyebrows lifted. "Good," he said. Parks shrugged tiredly. "Not really. He examined me. He practically took me apart. I carefully refrained from saying anything about who I was or where I came from just said on the back and said, 'Parks, you've got nothing to worry being as I've ever seen.' And that was that." Parks laughed defied reason, it was infuriating." Morgan nodded sourly. "Because you're not a human being," he said. "That's right. I'm not a human being at all." "How did you happen to pick this planet, or this sun?" Morgan asked curiously. "There must have been a million others to choose from." Parks unbuttoned his collar and rubbed his stubbled chin unhappily. "I didn't make the choice. Neither did anyone else. Travel by warp is a little different from travel by the rocket He shook his head wearily. "We're new at it, Morgan. We've something blew. Next thing I knew I was falling. When I tried to make contact again, the scanner was gone!" "And you found things here the same as back home," said Morgan. "The same! Your planet and mine are practically twins. Similar cities, similar technology, everything. The people are the same, with precisely the same anatomy and physiology, the same sort of laws, the same institutions, even compatible languages. Can't you see the importance of it? This planet is on the other side of the universe from mine, with the first intelligent life we've yet encountered anywhere. But when I try to tell your people that I'm a native of another star system, they won't believe me !" "Why should they?" asked Morgan. "You look like a human being. You talk like one. You eat like one. You act like one. " But it's true. " Morgan shrugged. "So it's true. I won't argue with you. But did expect me me , of all the people you've seen?" There was a desperate light in Parks' eyes. "I was tired, tired though I'd lost my wits when I tried to tell them the truth. You were here, you were alone, so I started talking. And then I found out you wrote stories." He looked up eagerly. "I've got to get back, Morgan, somehow. My life is there, my family. And think what it would mean to both of our worlds—contact with another intelligent race! Combine our knowledges, our technologies, and we could explore the galaxy!" "Of course they won't. They've got a war or two on their rockets to the moon to sink their money into." Morgan stared ! That's what you can do. You can tell the world about me, you can tell exactly what has happened. I be the same in yours." Morgan didn't move. He just stared. "How many people have you talked to?" he asked. "You mean nobody " Not one soul. Until I talked to you." And then Morgan was laughing, laughing bitterly, tears "You believe me?" Morgan nodded sadly. "I believe you. Yes. I think your warp brought you through to a parallel universe of your own planet, not to another star, but I think you're telling the truth." "Then you can "Why not?" Jefferson Parks gripped the table, his knuckles white. Morgan pointed to the magazine lying on the table. "I write, Parks picked up the magazine, glanced at the bright cover. The readers thought it was very interesting," Morgan grinned. stopped at a page that carried Roger Morgan's name. His eyes did "Where do we go from here?"

<question>:
What is the relationship between Parks and Morgan?

<options>:
A They are old friends.
B Parks is a customer of Morgan.
C They are strangers who just met.
D They were born in the same city.

<answer>:

C