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

<passage>:
blackness, but a mind-enveloping darkness that was filled with the multi-colored little sparks of thoughts and memories that scattered through the darkness like tiny glowing mice, fleeing from something unknown, fleeing outwards and away toward a somewhere that was equally unknown longer scattering the fleeing memories, but merely blanketing them. And between the data-bits began pulling them back together again as the not-blackness faded. The associative powers of the mind began putting the frightened little things together as they drifted back in from vast vast jigsaw puzzle in five dimensions, little clots and patches formed The process was far from complete when Broom regained consciousness. Broom sat up abruptly and looked around him. The room was totally unfamiliar. For a moment, that seemed perfectly understandable. Why What? He rubbed his head and looked around more carefully. It was not just that the room itself was unfamiliar as a whole the effect was greater consciousness in unfamiliar surroundings, but always before he had been aware that only the pattern was different, not the details. and a name. Contarini. He seemed to remember a startled look on the but not extraordinarily so. A door in one wall led into another room of some kind. It was some sort of carpeting that covered the floor from were unknown, and their shapes meaningless. The walls, at least, looked familiar. They seemed to be paneled in some wood. The illusion was there to the eye, but no wood ever had such a He recognized, then, the emotion that had made him turn away from the was fear. Fear? Nonsense! He put his hand out suddenly and slapped the wall with this was no time to start. What would his men think of him if they saw him getting shaky over the mere touch of a The memories were coming back. This time, he didn't try to probe for There was a faint humming noise coming from it which had escaped his notice before. He walked over to it and looked at the queerly-shaped table was no more wood than the wall, and a touch of a finger to the The only thing that looked at all familiar on the table was a sheaf of written material. He picked it up and glanced over the pages, noticing the neat characters, so unlike any that he knew. He couldn't read a word of it. He grinned and put the sheets back down on the smooth table top. immediately discernible. There were several rows of studs with various He reached out a tentative finger and touched one of the symbol-marked in the stillness of the room, and he leaped He shook his head. The more he tried to remember what his fellow plain that going into the past was impossible. Then could he, Broom, get a man's memories. Well, wasn't that obvious anyway? Even normal movement some were lost entirely, while others remained clear and bright. What would a sudden jump of centuries do? His memory was improving, though. If he just let it alone, most of it hands off anything that wasn't readily identifiable. Broom decided he might as well get a good look at whatever was outside It was night time outside, and the sky was clear. He recognized the familiar constellations up there. But they were dimmed by the light from unfamiliar that his brain could not decode the messages they sent. he could see, and beyond them, flittering fairy bridges rose into the Broom backed away from the window and let the curtain close. He'd had He skirted the table with its still-humming machine and walked toward unfamiliar, outlandish clothing, but Broom had seen odder clothing in eyes of the man were focused directly on him. Broom decided he didn't like the effect at all, and hurried into the next room. chair. Broom's footsteps sounded loud in the room, the echoes rebounding from the walls. He stopped and looked down. This floor wasn't covered than the carpet it had a kind of queer resiliency of its own. well lit. For the first time, he thought of the possibility that there might be someone else here besides himself. He looked around, wishing that he had a weapon of some kind. Even a knife would have made him feel of some kind, but it had been difficult to tell whether there had been Did anyone know he was here? He had the uneasy feeling that hidden, unseen eyes were watching his every move, and yet he could detect His wish for a weapon came back, stronger than before. The very fact that he had seen no one set his nerves on edge even more than the sight of a known enemy would have done. the unreadable characters on it. He wished fervently that he could decipher them they might tell him where he was. The hallway stretched away to either side, lined with doors similar to , he thought to himself. door open. He found a small, beautifully formed porcelain dish on one of of the dish when he returned would tell him that he was not alone in He started down the hallway to his right, checking the doors as he went. he had a feeling that he would find no exit through any of them. They He had the terrible feeling that he had been drawn across time to this Broom outranked the little Italian, but prison can make brothers of all Broom held back a grin. "Then why, my Venetian friend, have you not left "Afraid?" Broom raised an eyebrow. He had seen Contarini on the "I hope, my dear Contarini," Broom said dryly, "that you are not under than I can say for myself. Besides, there is the blood of kings in your Broom had thought that over for a moment, then grinned. "All right, my I'll try it. What's your first lesson?" The memory faded from Broom's mind. Had he really moved through some Instinctively, he turned and ran back toward the room he had left. If he scooped up the dish in one big hand and ran on into the room, letting the door shut itself behind him. He ran on, through the large room with He stopped. What could he do now? He tried to remember the things that remember them. His memory still had gaps in it—gaps he did not know were there because he had not yet probed for them. He closed his eyes in concentration, trying to bring back a memory that would not come. He did not hear the intruder until the man's voice echoed in the room. Broom's eyes opened, and instantly every muscle and nerve in his hard-trained body tensed for action. There was a man standing in the his clothes. He was not as tall as Broom, and he looked soft and He was saying something in a language that Broom did not understand, and the tenseness in his voice betrayed his fear. Broom relaxed. He had "I won't hurt you," Broom said. "I had no intention of intruding on your Broom laughed. "You have nothing to fear from me, little man. Permit me to introduce myself. I am Richard Broom, known as—" He stopped, and his eyes widened. Total memory flooded over him as he realized fully who he And the fear hit him again in a raging flood, sweeping over his mind and surroundings were so familiar, that the bits of memory which had been more quickly and settled back into their accustomed pattern more easily. were Richard Broom sat up on his palette of straw. The scene in the strange couldn't remember," he said softly. "I couldn't remember who I was nor Contarini nodded sadly. "It is as I have heard. The memory ties one too "Nor mine," said the big man dully. "My faithful Blondin found me, but "What? Would England hesitate to ransom the brave king who has fought so gallantly in the Holy Crusades? Never! You will be free, my friend." But Richard Plantagenet just stared at the little dish that he still held in his hand, the fear still in his heart. Men would still call him And, nearly eight centuries away in time and thousands of miles away in space, a Mr. Edward Jasperson was speaking hurriedly into the telephone that stood by the electric typewriter on his desk. "That's right, Officer Suite 8601, Empire State Building. I was working holding that in his hand when I saw him. What? Oh. Where did he go?" Mr. where he went. I must have fainted. at his damp forehead. He was a very frightened little man, but he knew

<question>:
Which of the following did Broom recognize?

<options>:
A Knife
B Stars
C Ashtray
D Typewriter

<answer>:

B