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

<passage>:
It wasn't fancy, but it would do. Phase one of the plan had gone off without a hitch. Theory failed at that point that left the experimental method. The Dan liked it. Still, it hardly seemed worth all the effort.... So far, so good, he reflected, stretching out. When they showed up, he'd have to handle everything just right. If he scared them off there'd be no second chance. He would have lost his crack at—whatever his discovery might mean to him. But he was ready. Let them come. Eight hours, three sandwiches and six beers later, Dan roused suddenly from a light doze and sat up on the cot. Between him and the crowded shelving, a palely luminous framework was materializing in mid-air. moved jerkily, settling toward the floor. Long blue sparks jumped, settled against the floor. The spectral men reached for ghostly switches.... The glow died. Dan was aware of his heart thumping painfully under his ribs. His mouth was dry. This was the moment he'd been planning for, but now that it was here— clattered to the floor. Dan stood, cleared his throat. "Uh...." "Oh-oh," Manny said. "A double-cross." "I've—ah—been expecting you gentlemen," Dan said. "I—" "I told you we couldn't trust no guy with nine fingers on each hand," 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—" us." "Can't be helped." "Look—I want to go with you!" Dan shouted. swallowed hard and nudged a second lever. The cage sank like an elevator into the floor, vivid blue washing up its sides. Hastily he reversed the control. Operating a time machine was tricky business. One little slip, and the Slane molecules would be squeezing in among brick and mortar particles.... 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. Cautiously he neutralized the control lever. The cage came to rest an inch above the floor. As far as Dan could tell, he hadn't traveled so much as a minute into the past or future. He looked over the controls. There should be one labeled "Forward" and another labeled "Back", but all the levers were plain, unadorned black. They looked, Dan decided, like ordinary circuit-breaker type another second she would see him, and give the alarm—and Dan needed a few moments of peace and quiet in which to figure out the controls. The door opened and the girl stepped into the room. She was young. Not over eighteen, Dan thought—as nearly as he could tell with the blue Dan tried moving a lever. The cage edged toward the girl. Another Dan blinked at the flash of blue and looked down. He was hovering twenty feet above a clipped lawn. The door opened. Even blue, the girl looked graceful as a deer as she seemed to suddenly become aware of eyes on her, whirled— With a sudden lurch that threw Dan against the steel bars, the cage shot through the wall into the open air and hurtled off with an acceleration that kept him pinned, helpless. He groped for the With an abruptness that flung him against the opposite side of the cage, the machine braked, shot through the wall and slammed to a stop. Dan sank to the floor of the cage, breathing hard. There was a loud click! and the glow faded. With a lunge, Dan scrambled out of the cage. He stood looking around at a simple brown-painted office, dimly lit by sunlight filtered through "The carrier returns here automatically when the charge drops below a critical value," the voice said. "A necessary measure to discourage happen to be aboard the carrier, by the way?" "I just wanted—I mean, after I figured out—that is, the police ... I went for help," Dan finished lamely. "Help? Out of the picture, unfortunately. One must maintain one's anonymity, you'll appreciate. My operation here is under wraps at around the eyes. The next was a view of a yellow volcano spouting fire into a black sky. "Too bad." The words seemed to come from under the desk. Dan squinted, "I hope," the voice said, "that you ain't harboring no reactionary racial prejudices." it." The Bronx cheer sounded again. "How I long to glimpse once more my native fens! Wherever one wanders, there's no pad like home." "That reminds me," Dan said. "I have to be running along now." He sidled toward the door. "Stick around, Dan," the voice rumbled. "How about a drink? I can "Time machine?" The brown eyes blinked alternately. "I fear some confusion exists. I don't quite dig the significance of the term." "Well, it's what you use to travel through time." The brown eyes blinked in agitated alternation. "Apparently I've loused has to be a time machine they were riding in. Nothing else could just materialize out of thin air like that." "You seem to have a time-machine fixation, Dan," Blote said. "You shouldn't assume, just because you people have developed time travel, that everyone has. Now—" Blote's voice sank to a bass whisper—"I'll you with a time machine?" Blote waggled a stubby forefinger at Dan. "I dislike pointing it out, Dan, but you are in a rather awkward position at the moment. Illegal entry, illegal possession of property, trespass—then doubtless some should say. What about it, Dan?" "Ah, let me see," Dan temporized. "Time machine. Time machine—" "Don't attempt to weasel on me, Dan," Blote rumbled ominously. grew even fainter. "Best we remain unnoticed," he explained. The cage descended steadily. Dan peered out, searching for identifying landmarks. He leveled off at the second floor, cruised along a barely employ a bar-type construction, not unlike our carriers." "That's right," Dan said, staring through the haziness. "This is where they do time...." He tugged at a lever suddenly the machine veered left, flickered through a barred door, came to a halt. Two nebulous figures loomed beside the cage. Dan cut the switch. If he'd guessed wrong— III Dan slumped back against the seat with a sigh. Now that he was in the clear, he would have to decide on his next move—fast. There was no telling what other resources Blote might have. He would have to hide A low growling was coming from somewhere, rising in pitch and volume. Dan sat up, alarmed. This was no time for a malfunction. The sound rose higher, into a penetrating wail. There was no sign of the controls, dropping toward the distant earth. The noise seemed to lessen, descending the scale. Dan slowed, brought As the glow died, the siren faded into silence. Dan stepped from the carrier and looked around. Whatever the noise was, it hadn't attracted any attention from the scattered pedestrians in the park. Perhaps it was some sort of burglar alarm. But if so, why hadn't it gone into action earlier? Dan took a deep breath. Sound or no sound, he would have to get back into the carrier and transfer it to a like a flashbulb exploding. Dan stared from the seat at an iridescent rectangle which hung suspended near the carrier. Its surface rippled, faded Dan gaped at the small rounded head, the dark-skinned long-nosed face, " "No compree," Dan choked out "Uh ... juh no parlay Fransay...."

<question>:
What feeling does Dan's accidental encounter with the young girl evoke for the readers?

<options>:
A A feeling of suspense because the girl could notice Dan at any moment.
B A feeling of success because the encounter proves that Dan successfully time-travelled.
C A feeling of horror knowing that Dan could be arrested from his previous escape.
D A feeling of unhappiness because Dan's mission to time-travel had failed.

<answer>:

A