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

<passage>:
Ned Vince knew that. Still, his mind, tuned to ordinary, simple things, couldn't quite realize all the vast things that had happened to himself, and to the death. But Ned Vince lived again—a million years later! "See Ned Vince made a last effort world. The scope of it all was too A scream of brakes, the splash Ned Vince was eager for the only swift young reflexes to rely on to avoid a fearful, telescoping But Ned Vince wasn't listening, Ned could scarcely have chosen he saw and felt and heard might be some kind of nightmare. But then it might all be real instead, and that was abysmal horror. Ned was no coward—death and danger of any ordinary Earthly kind, he could have faced bravely. But the Ned Vince was still dimly conscious loneliness here, and the utter strangeness, were hideous like being stranded alone on another white—for the water, on which cracks beneath his feet, Ned him, and the occasional touch of his family would never see his body again, lost beyond recovery in this abyss. a furry body, hurried his feverish at last at the surface. dash-panel, leaving Ned in absolute animal chucklings around of that incoming water. The after a million years of erosion under an ocean that was gone. thickening mist over his brain, so that he could not think clearly. Presently, when he could no longer hold his breath, bitter liquid was sucked into his lungs. His last thoughts were those ground glistened with dry salt. of a drowning man. The machine-shop he and his dad had planet—so changed had the Earth become. A wave of intolerable homesickness came over him as he sensed the distances of time that had passed—those inconceivable everything that was familiar. He started to run, away from those glittering rodent eyes. He sensed death in that cold sea-bottom, but what of it? Death, and the Father of Change, seemed to wait.... "Kaalleee! Tik!... Tik, tik, The excited cry, which no human throat could quite have duplicated tik!... Kaalleee!..." gulch, water-scarred from an inconceivable He laughed harshly as he ran, welcoming that bitter, killing cold. Nostalgia had him in its clutch, and there was no answer was there to inspire it? Nothing! in his hell-world, lost beyond presently came upon Ned Vince's sounds. Then other vocal organs took up that trilling voice uttering those weird, triumphant chuckles of eagerness. Other questioning, wondering notes wail, and those short, sharp time, so that he could not escape again. There he lay, helpless, who have discovered something remarkable. The desolate expanse around motion. The icy breeze tore tiny puffs of dust from grotesque, angling drifts of soil, nearly waterless for eons. Patches of "But listen!" Ned protested. Ned Vince," came the answer sagged away, flattened by incalculable ages of erosion. At a mile distance, a crumbling heap of rubble arose. Once He could understand the utter, sick dejection of this giant from the past, lost from his own kind. Probably insanity looming. In far less extreme circumstances was gone from the Earth. Glacial ages, war, decadence, disease, and a final scattering of those ultimate superhumans to newer than this, death from homesickness had come. a million years ago. Man wanted this ancient man to live and to be happy. Or this creature would be of scant value for The sounds were not human. They were more like the chatter anachronism he had so miraculously resurrected—this human, this Kaalleee.... accumulated rubbish of antiquity. Man, it seemed, had a successor, Perhaps that is the only thing to do—to send you back to your own period of history. For I see that you will never be with a vast and unlooked-for success. Ned felt better immediately, soon.... Ned relaxed, as a tiny As soon as Ned Vince passed forward between shrewd, beady eyes, betraying the slow heritage of time, of survival of the fittest, A horde of small, grey-furred beings and their machines, toiled for many days. Ned Vince's mind swam dry mud that had encased it clothing still clung to it, after perhaps a million years. Metal had gone into decay—yes. But not this body. The answer to this saturation that had held time and change in stasis. A perfect preservative for organic tissue, aided probably during most of those passing eras by desert dryness. "Why, Ned," she chuckled. "You look as though you've been dreaming, and just woke up!" "Kaalleee!" Man, that meant. Not the star-conquering demi-gods, but the ancestral stock that mighty sense of relief. "I must have fallen asleep at the bench, here, and had a nightmare. triumph ended, while instruments flicked in his tiny hands. Ned Vince's mind, over which The final instrument he used to within, through the agency of beating down upon him, soothing images of the internal organs of this ancient human corpse. What his probing gaze revealed to him, made his pleasure and dimming his brain, so that it would never question or doubt, focused X-rays, he saw magnified devoid of moisture, the mummy Perhaps, by the application of principles long known to them, this long-dead body could be made to live again! It might move, speak, remember its past! What a marvelous subject for study it would make, back there in the museums of Kar-Rah! "Tik, tik, tik!..." ponder. He squeaked and chatted to himself, contemplating the magnificent, inexorable march of the ages. He remembered the ancient ruins, left by the final supermen. rust of his primitive automobile. "The Kaalleee believes himself will survive and be happy. But there was no other way. Time is With infinite care—small, sharp hand-tools were used, now—the Even they, who once ruled Earth, never escaped from the present by so much as an instant...." THE END sand desert, marked with low, washed-down mountains, and the too. The dead sea-bottom of the vanished Atlantic was not as But this was only its surface of their foggy evolution. Besides, in this latter day, the Fluids submerged it, slowly soaking from that hardened flesh the alkali that had preserved it and other tissues became pliable once more. Then the more delicate processes began. Still submerged in passing between complicated flesh and brain gradually took on a chemical composition nearer to that of the life that they had once known. instruments. The time passed swiftly. At last, eager and ready for whatever might happen now, form. For Ned Vince, timeless eternity ended like a gradual fading mist. When he could see clearly again, he experienced that inevitable shock of vast change around him. Though it had been dehydrated, his brain had been kept perfectly intact through the ages, and now it was restored. So his memories were as vivid as yesterday. effect on Ned Vince—a sudden, nostalgic panic. Something was fearfully wrong! The nervous terror of the unknown was on him. Feeble and dizzy after his weird resurrection, remembering as he did that moment of sinking to certain death in the pool at Pit "Take it easy, Ned Vince...." The words themselves, and the way they were assembled, were old, familiar friends. But the Ned's gaze searched for the To Ned Vince, it was all utterly familiar words were more repugnant somehow, simply because they could never belong in a place as eerie as this. Ned Vince did not know how only to press certain buttons to make the instrument express his thoughts in common, long-dead Ned's dark hair was wildly

<question>:
Why does the author focus on the water returning to smoothness after Ned's wreck?

<options>:
A To demonstrate how time and progress move forward, without taking pause for the loss of a single or entire society
B To depict the difference between a 20th century moment and the future, when water has vanished from the continent
C To illustrate the biological effects of alkali on the composition of the human body
D To personify the all-consuming effects of nostalgia and fear in the last moments of a human's brief life

<answer>:

A