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

<passage>:
"I hear you." "Why does your mind shrink backward?" "I've decided not to bring my people here." " You Stinson lay still in the sand where he fell, gloating over the success "Listen to that, will you?" Stinson said angrily. "Just listen! You It had happened so fast that he could almost feel the warm, humid Missouri air, though he was light years from Missouri. "No!" Stinson shot back. "You've owned this planet for a million Stinson relaxed. He'd had his say. Sybtl trembled beside him. A small Stinson tried to imagine it. At first there must have been a single bush, nor even a wisp of dry grass was in sight. Everywhere was desert. The funnel of sand had moved closer and while he watched it, it seemed to drift in the wind—although there was no wind. Stinson backed away. ?" A frenzied searching of the planet, base. Then Stinson backed away again. It was changing. Now it became a the solar system, the galaxy. Then a returning to the planet. Empty.... Change. Buildings, roads, bridges weathering slowly. Such a race would Where is everyone "I don't understand why your development stopped," Stinson said. Again Stinson felt the urge to run, or to use the cylinder to project himself somewhere else, but he said, "No!" very firmly to himself. He was here to investigate, to determine if this planet was capable of supporting life. "No, he is not angry." "I'm glad. You will leave now?" "No. This is my home." first grains of sand, the realization of what was happening dawned with a flash of fear. Instantly he projected himself a thousand miles away. dry and brittle, for here autumn had turned the leaves. Night would be cold. He was not a woodsman. He doubted if he could build a fire without indecipherable symbols. Life. Intelligence. The planet was inhabited. Should he give up and return to earth? Or was there room here for his people? Warming his hands there over the great steaming pool he thought of Benjamin, and Straus, and Jamieson—all those to whom he had given cylinders, and who were now struggling for life against those who desired them. He decided it would not be just, to give up so easily. There was no more. He stumbled toward the pool's wall and clutched for support, but hurt, but angered him. He left the chains by his own method of travel, poked Stinson with the stick rose, and handed it to him. Still angered, Stinson grasped it firmly, with half a notion to break it over his Stinson's face drained pale, and suddenly, unaccountably, he was Incongruously, he thought of Benjamin back on earth, and all the others with cylinders, who might be fighting for their lives at this moment. "On the contrary, you have. There is a time and place for everything, though." kissed Stinson's feet. Two of the men came and gave her a brilliant Stinson looked at the wind devil, since it could be no one else "Yes, I see it in your mind, now. You want to live here, on this planet." "Then you must know where I came from, and how." "I do not understand how. You have a body, a physical body composed of atoms. It is impossible to move a physical body from one place to another by a mere thought and a tiny instrument, yet you have done so. You deserted me out in the desert." "I deserted you?" Stinson cried angrily, "You tried to kill me!" Stinson felt a mental shrug. "It is of no importance. When they arrived "What happened?" "I do not know. I alone exist. I have searched all the levels of time and matter from the very beginning. My people are gone. Sometimes it almost comes to me, why they are gone. And this is contrary to the greatest law of all—that an entity, once in existence, can never cease to exist." Stinson was silent, thinking of the endless years of searching through silent, and Stinson felt as if he had been taken from some high place then. The web-footed people milled about restlessly. The woman's eyes pleaded. When he looked back, the Sand God was gone. Stinson pointed the disintegrating weapon at them and yelled. They Stinson donned the shimmering skirt, smiling as he did so. The others name is Stinson." "We'd better make tracks." "No," she said, "we must run, and make no tracks." "But...." "No buts. Right now we'd better get out of here." and ran. He doubted the wisdom of keeping her with him. Alone, the webfoots were no match for him. He could travel instantly to any spot he chose. But with Sybtl it was another matter never had been an athlete. How was he to decide if this planet was suitable for his people, hampered by a woman, slinking through a frozen wilderness like an depended on him. Anyway, he decided, pursuit was impossible. They left no tracks on the Stinson's bare feet were numb from walking on ice. Christ, he thought, what am I doing here, anyway? He glanced down at Sybtl and remembered the webfoots. He stopped, tempted to use his cylinder and move to a warmer, less dangerous spot. "I cannot leave her. She is helpless against them." "What form of primitive stupidity are you practicing now? Leave, or Stinson shook his head. "Yes," Stinson said, "and your race no longer exists." burn, that and the skirts. Then, when he had burned the ship, the Sand God went to the sixth planet and burned two of the largest cities, as a warning that no more of us must come here." Well, Stinson said to himself, that does it. We are better off on "I did not hear." "Yes, I know now. His voice sounds like thunder in the sky, but it is a voice that speaks only in the mind. He said I must leave this planet." She glanced at him with suddenly awakened eyes, as if thinking of it for the first time. "Where is your ship?" "I have no ship." sorry. It was all for me." "Don't worry. The Sand God travels without a ship, why shouldn't I?" "Now?" They stepped around it carefully. Stinson felt warm air, but there was for days at a time in winter, so the snow melts and the grass begins to green. Then he tires and lets winter come back again. He is the loneliest God in the universe." "What makes you think he's lonely?" if they stayed. "I'll leave for a moment," he said. "I'll be back soon." "You're leaving?" There was panic in her voice. "Only for a moment." "And you won't come back. You will go to your world." "No. I'll be back." "I'll be back." He disappeared at once, giving her no chance to object again, and went to the desert of sand, where he had first arrived on the planet. He wanted to see if the storm were world-wide. Stinson had never been in a sand storm before, even on Earth. He could and the wind rolled him over and over in the sand like a tumbleweed. The skirt flew up around his face. He could not get up again. He returned to the cave. purposefully. Stinson prepared himself to leave. In spite of his desire "Fiend!" Stinson screamed the word, vaguely marvelling at his own fury. "The Sand God is tired," Sybtl said. "He is not angry now. I'm glad. Perhaps he will let you stay." "No. Even if he allowed it, I couldn't stay. My people could never live Stinson ignored him. He glanced down at Sybtl, who sensed that this was a time for good-bys. He thought, perhaps I can stay here alone with her. The webfoots might find us, or the Sand God might destroy us in one of his fits, but it might be worth it. "Don't go," she said. "Not yet."

<question>:
What drove Stinson to decide to stay in the end?

<options>:
A He sees that there is some hope for a successful though challenging life
B His transportation device needs to be repaired before he can return to Earth
C He is curious enough about the web-footed people's abilities that it is worth investigating
D He has given up trying to find somewhere to move to

<answer>:

A