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

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going—but I know that if I stuck to the old man, I was a comer ... even if he was a goner! Doc had this solemn human by the throat when I caught up with him. "Tonight," Doc was saying in his old voice that was as crackled and important as parchment, "tonight Man will reach the Moon. The golden Nothing came out of my gabbling mouth. " What is Doc's full name? " I almost fell in, but at the last instant I caught myself and said, "Doctor Kevin O'Malley, Senior." From the bed, Doc said a word. "Son." Then he disappeared. I looked at that which he had made. I wondered where he had gone, in this is to happen." "Sure," the man agreed severely, prying a little worriedly at Doc's wanted for the murder of a North American Mountie. It was easier this night and that made me afraid. Doc's thin frame, in Seattle hadn't helped me get them loose, Doc and I would have been I didn't want to be cured. I wouldn't be. Doc was gone. That was all I greasy collar of the human. "I hope you'll forgive him, sir," I said, not meeting the man's eyes. "He's my father and very old, as you can see." I laughed inside at the absurd, easy lie. "Old events seem recent to him." had now. That and the "'Memory Jump,' you mean. All my great-grandfathers have it. But Great-great-grandmother Lupos, funny thing, is like a schoolgirl. Sharp, you know. I.... Say, the poor old guy looks sick. Want any help?" I told the human no, thanks, and walked Doc toward the flophouse three doors down. I hoped we would make it. I didn't know what would happen "The rest is simple," Andre said. "Doc O'Malley bought up all the stock in a certain ancient metaphysical order and started supplying members The human nodded, Adam's apple jerking in the angry neon twilight. the human race can tell itself how to achieve a state of pure logic, without food, without sex, without conflict—just as Doc has achieved such a state—a little late, true. He had a powerful guilt complex, even stronger than your withdrawal, over releasing this blessing on like Doc and me. kept getting closer each of the times. I tried not to think about it and helped Doc through the fly-specked "The North American government has to have this secret, Kevin," the flophouse doors. I knew I could not let Doc's—Dad's—time travel thing fall into Doc was quivering against me, his legs boneless. "We can always make it over to the mission," I lied. Andre did not deny that he wanted it to fall into his hands. Moon and the silver ship, symbols of greed. Tonight is the night when arthritic fingers that were clamped on his collar. "No argument. Sure, so. Want I should call a cop and tell him you were flexing a muscle?" I let go of him. He didn't scare me, but Doc was beginning to mumble and that did high. The other foot was finished in chicken wire. There was a wino singing on the left, a wino praying on the right, and the door didn't have any lock on it. At last, Doc and I were alone. I laid Doc out on the gray-brown cot and put his forearm over his face to shield it some from the glare of the light bulb. I swept off all the bedbugs in sight and stepped on them heavily. jagged cut-out nude curled against a lump of dust and lint, giving it an unreal distortion. Doc began to mumble louder. I knew I had to move. I waited just a moment, savoring the painless peace. Then, finally, I concentrated on Doc's voice and trusted my hands would follow their habit pattern and construct the symbols for his words. They were suddenly distinguishable. layered with lumpy fat, was beginning to muscle-dance against my side. ...." His voice rose to a meaningless wail that stretched into non-existence. words were what I had been waiting for. They told everything I needed to know to become the most powerful man in the Solar Federation. That wasn't just an addict's dream. I knew who Doc was. When I got to thinking it was just a dream and that I was dragging this old man around North America for nothing, I remembered who he was. I remembered that he was somebody very important whose name and work I had once known, even if now I knew him only as Doc. Pain was a pendulum within me, swinging from low throbbing bass to high screaming tenor. I had to get out and get some. But I didn't have a he left. thing Doc alone, but I had to. He was starting to cry. He didn't always do that. I listened to him for a moment, then tested and tasted the craving that crawled through my veins. I got back inside somehow. Doc was twisting on the cot, tears washing white streaks across his face. I shoved Doc's face up against my chest. I held onto him and let him bellow. I soothed the lanks of soiled white hair back over his lumpy skull. Then I realized what was about to happen. It was foolish and awful and the one on the other side was praying, same as before. Only they had changed around—prayer came from the left, song from the right. Doc sat on the floor in the half-darkness and he had made a thing . hamburgers on the wooden chair, hoping the odor wouldn't bring any hungry rats out of the walls. I knelt beside Doc. "An order, my boy, an order," he whispered. I didn't know what he meant. Was he suddenly trying to give me orders? against the neon light, now red wine, now fresh grape. I read it. "Concentrate," Doc said hoarsely. "Concentrate...." I wondered what the words meant. Wondering takes a kind of concentration. The heavy-set man in the ornate armchair was saying, "The bullet struck me as I was pulling on my boot...." Then I realized what I had been trying to get from Doc all these months—time travel. A thin, sickly man was sprawled in the other chair in a rumpled The heavier man was half choking, half laughing. "I say—I say, I would like to see you explain this, my dear fellow." and time from which he comes." The surprise stung. "How did you know?" I asked. He gestured with a pale hand. "To maintain a logical approach, I must despite my voluntary use of one drug and my involuntary experiences would tell us something of his age with special reference to the theory and practice of temporal transference, Doctor, we would be better Perception' have altered the past to make it as they suppose it to be. this myself." Doc was lying on the cot, half his face twisted into horror. "Don't move, Kevin," she said. "I'll have to shoot you—maybe not to kill, but painfully." I watched her face flash blue, red, blue and knew she meant it. But I had known too much in too short a time. I had to help Doc, but there was something else. I had to help Doc. I had to have some coffee. "What do you want?" "Listen, Kevin. Listen carefully to what I am saying. Doc found I didn't know whether she was asking me, but I didn't know. All I knew was that I had to help Doc and get some coffee. prosper. Besides, horse-racing and the stock market weren't a part of Doc's character. He was a scholar." Why did she keep using the past tense in reference to Doc? It scared me. He was lying so still with the left side of his face so twisted. I needed some coffee. on the floor to the cot. Doc had a pulse, but it was irregular. I checked for "They ceased to exist—as human beings—shortly after they received a book from Doc," the Martian said.

<question>:
During what instance does the narrator tell the truth without intending to?

<options>:
A He tells Miss Casey that he wants coffee.
B He tells Andre about Miss Casey.
C He tells Miss Casey his real first and last name.
D He tells the somber person that Doc is his father.

<answer>:

D