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

<passage>:
Twenty minutes later I was back on the sidewalk, dressed in a END AS A HERO Granthan's mission was the most vital of the war. I walked past fly-covered fish stalls, racks of faded garments, grimy vegetables in bins, enough paint-flaked wrought iron to cage a herd of brontosauri, and fetched up at a cab stand. I picked a fat driver with hit me. I tried to go back to sleep and the relative comfort of the no one in them. I tried to sit up. It wasn't easy but, by applying a "How far is it?" I asked him. We went through a warehousing district, swung left along the waterfront, bumped over railroad tracks, and pulled up at a nine-foot the charred arm. The crawl to the cabinet dwarfed Hillary's trek up Everest, but I reached it after a couple of years, and found the fading out again.... "I'll get out here." I was still a long way from home, and I hadn't yet checked on the I fumbled my way into a couch and tried to think. In my condition—with shouldn't have been able to fall out of bed, much less make the trip from Belshazzar's CCC to the boat and how had I managed to dog that the Ganymede relay station, another ten minutes before Kayle's face "Granthan!" he burst out. "Where are the others? What happened out I finished talking and flopped back, waiting for Kayle's reply. On the the disaster. How does it happen that you alone survived?" droning on: the lifeboat, with no recollection of how you got there. "This is war, Granthan. War against a vicious enemy who strike without "I'm sorry, Granthan. I can't let you land on Earth. I can't accept "What do I do now?" I stormed. "Go into orbit and eat pills and hope Presently Kayle replied. "Yes," he said. "You'll have to enter a range of Earth. I had gotten clear of the Gool, but I wouldn't survive Sense impressions faded. I was alone in the nebulous emptiness of a their limbo of sub-conceptualization. I penetrated deeper, broke through into the vividly hallucinatory third level, where images of centers, caused me to crawl through the choking smoke of the devastated the lifeboat leaped clear of the disintegrating dreadnought—and the my subconscious. Then the touch withdrew, erasing the scars of its the passages through which tendrils ran out to immense caverns where would transport the spawn to the new worlds the Prime Overlord had trough. They would spread out across a galaxy—and beyond. man back to Earth under Gool compulsion, to carry out complex sabotage. A timeless time passed. I wandered among patterns of white light and From the vile nest deep under the dark surface of the Gool world in its lonely trans-Plutonian orbit, I had plucked the ultimate secret of concept is too complex to try to describe in words. You'll have to take for the trip with sessions on the encephaloscope, setting up the "I don't understand that psychodynamics jargon, Granthan," he snapped. preparatory to picking up approach orbit...." seconds, pick up planetary for re-entry and let-down." belated puzzlement as I broke contact. But I was clear of the DEW line "Four-oh-two, sheer off there! You're not cleared for re-entry!" For an hour I rode the long orbit down, fending off attack after attack. Then I was clear, skimming the surface of the ocean a few miles southeast of Key West. The boat hit hard. I felt the floor rise up, over, buffeting me against the restraining harness. disorientation as the escape capsule separated from the sinking lifeboat deep under the surface. Then my escape capsule was bobbing on Kayle's face appeared. "Don't fight it, Granthan," he croaked. "You penetrated the planetary defenses—God knows how. I—" "Later," I snapped. "How about calling off your dogs now? And send somebody out here to pick me up, before I add sea-sickness to my other complaints." Granthan." "I'm sorry, Granthan," Kayle said. "It's too late—even if I could from your gallant attempt. Mr. Granthan, I salute you." "Goodbye, Granthan. Try to understand...." I flipped the switch, sat gripping the couch, my stomach rising with each heave of the floating escape capsule. I had perhaps five minutes. through the cluster of minds. detonated the remainder of the flight of six missiles. Then I withdrew. I was ten miles from shore. The capsule had its own power plant. I pilot, then leaned back and felt outward with my mind for the next walk. Just a few more minutes, I was telling myself. A few more minutes and you can lie down ... rest.... out, and I heard the unconscious body slam to the ground like a poled I gritted my teeth, pulled myself into the car, crawled to a dark down into darkness. to fill my pockets when I left the escape capsule in the shallows off into rendezvousing with me before shells started dropping around us. If the gunners on the cruiser ten miles away had had any luck, they would have finished me—and the hapless fisherman—right then. We rode out a air. At a fishing camp on the beach, I found a car—with driver. He dropped me at the railyard, and drove off under the impression he was in town for groceries. He'd never believe he'd seen me. The click-clack slowed and the train shuddered to a stop. I crept to through his eyes the dusty box car, the rust on the tracks, the I walked the man to the door, and through it. Behind a linoleum-topped sandwiches under a glass cover. "I'll take 'em all. And candy bars, and cigarettes. And give me a big glass of water." "Better git out there and look after yer train," the girl said carelessly. "When'd you git so all-fired hungry all of a sudden?" "Put it in a bag. Quick." My host rounded the counter, picked up a used paper bag, began stuffing My host took two dog-eared bills from his shirt pocket, dropped them "Hey! Where you goin' with my glass?" The trainman crossed the platform, headed for the boxcar. He slid the loose door back a few inches against the slack latch, pushed the bag inside, placed the glass of water beside it, then pulled off his grimy rationalize his behavior, fill in the details—and never know that the original idea hadn't been his own. I drank the water first, ate a sandwich, then lit a cigarette and lay back. So far so good. The crates in the car were marked "U. S. Naval Aerospace Station, Bayou Le Cochon". With any luck I'd reach New Orleans in another twelve hours. The first step of my plan included a wait. It was a little before dawn when I crawled out of the car at a siding in the swampy country a few miles out of New Orleans. I wasn't feeling good, but I had a stake in staying on my feet. I still had a few miles I picked my way across mushy ground to a pot-holed black-top road, started limping toward a few car lights visible half a mile away. It he was thinking about shrimps, a fish-hook wound on his left thumb and a girl with black hair. "Want a lift?" he called. An hour later he dropped me on a street corner in a shabby marketing district of the city and drove off. I hoped he made out all right with

<question>:
Describe Granthan's journey after leaving the capsule.

<options>:
A Boat, then car, then train, then walking, then car, then cab
B Boat, then car, then train, then car, then walking, then car, then cab
C Boat, then car, then train, then walking, then cab
D Boat, then train, then walking, then car, then cab

<answer>:

A