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

<passage>:
When overwhelming danger is constantly present,of course hideous. not death—but with no other apparent physical virtue, for plastic surgery had not fulfilled its bright promise of the twentieth century. go to jail because of him." now ranged against him—including his own belated prudence—were too smash back, and now it was too late for that. as he left. "Soon you might not be worth the saving." reserving only a sum of money. After setting the locker to respond to If he had met with a fatal accident at that point, there would have "Games?" the driver finally asked, although he could guess what was wanted by then. "Dice...? Roulette...? Farjeen?" "Is there a good zarquil game in town?" The driver moved so he could see the face of the man behind him in the teleview. A very ordinary face. "Look, colleague, why don't you commit suicide? It's cleaner and quicker." "I can't contact your attitude," the passenger said with a thin smile. "Bet you've never tried the game yourself. Each time it and of which she still bore the reminder on one thickly made-up cheek. To the girl's indignation, the stranger not only hauled Gabe out onto that he had not been alone. "How about Helen? She on course?" "Pretty bauble, isn't she?" with deliberate insult. He might have saved her life, but only future! Sometimes," he added musingly, "I almost wish you would let something happen. Then my problem would not be any problem, would it?" When he was sure that his charge was safely tucked in for the night, the fat man checked his personal possessions. He then requested a taxi driver to take him to the nearest zarquil game. The driver accepted the commission phlegmatically. Perhaps he was more hardened than the others had been or despairing individual seeking one last chance, but what was known colloquially as a flying dutchman, a man, or woman, who went from one zarquil game to another, loving the thrill of the sport, if you could call it that, for its own sake, and not for the futile hope it extended and which was its sole shred of claim to moral justification. Perhaps—and this was the most likely hypothesis—he just didn't care. Zarquil was extremely illegal, of course—so much so that there were many legitimate citizens who weren't quite sure just what the word implied, knowing merely that it was one of those nameless horrors so zarquil than to most of the other activities to which it was commonly applied. And this was one crime—for it was crime in law as well as nature—in which victim had to be considered as guilty as perpetrator zarquil was the equivalent of the terrestrial game musical chairs. Which was why they came to Terra to make profits—there has never been big money in musical chairs as such. When the zarquil operators were apprehended, which was not frequent—as they had strange powers, which, not being definable, were beyond the law—they suffered their sentences with equanimity. No Earth court could give an effective prison sentence to a creature whose life punishment had become obsolete on Terra, which very possibly saved the could kill the Vinzz ... or whether, in fact, the Vinzz merely expired after a period of years out of sheer boredom. Fortunately, because of apparently respectable citizens of a friendly planet. The taxi driver took the fat man to one of the rather seedy locales in which the zarquil games were usually found, for the Vinzz attempted to conduct their operations with as much unobtrusiveness as was possible. But the front door swung open on an interior that lacked the opulence The fat man wondered whether that had been his quarry's motive in disaster would hit the one who pursued him. Somehow, such a plan seemed too logical for the man he was haunting. However, beggars could not be choosers. The fat man paid off the heli-driver and entered the zarquil house. "One?" the small green creature in the slightly frayed robe asked. "One," the fat man answered. The would-be thief fled down the dark alley, with the hot bright rays to herself. "I had no idea of the kind of place it was going to be and it wasn't worth the trouble of fixing up. The young man's cheekbones protruded as he smiled. "Yes, I'm all of them." "Then what they say about the zarquil games is true? There are people who go around changing their bodies like—like hats?" Automatically she reached to adjust the expensive bit of blue synthetic on her moon-pale if she had not Why! and she could not understand it nor determine whether or not she was respond? What was it like to step into another person's casing? But she must not let herself think that way or she would find herself looking for a zarquil game. It would be one way of escaping Gabriel, but not, she thought, the best way her body was much too good a one to risk so embarking on its long voyage to distant suns. She wished that somehow followed them, and it looked as if here she would stay ... all three of "If you're after Gabriel, planning to hurt him," she asked, "why then "You'll change again tonight, won't you?" she babbled. "You always "Too bad he got married," the young man said. "I could have followed She had come to the same conclusion in her six months of marriage, but "Why must you change again?" she persisted, obliquely approaching the subject she feared. "You have a pretty good body there. Why run the risk of getting a bad one?" "This isn't a good body," he said. "It's diseased. Sure, nobody's "How—long will it last you?" I'll get it passed on before then. It'll be death." in the long run, be most beneficial for my face." "You know why. Your body is worthless. And this is a reputable house." shrugged. "I'll pay you twice the regular fee." The green one shook his head. "Regrettably, I do mean what I say. This game is really clean." no means poor when it came to worldly goods. "Why don't you try another He never liked to risk following his quarry in the same configuration. hazards of the game he might, impossible though it now seemed, some day win another body that approached perfection as nearly as his original would have to wait until they reached the next town, unless the girl, and tell her husband. He himself had been a fool to admit to her that how he could so casually have entrusted her with so vital a piece of biological impossibility, no one could tell. It might merely be prudence on the Vinzz' part—if it had ever its self-bestowed purity of birthright dear—and the Vinzz, despite "It would have to be something pretty nuclear for the other guy to take "Why, that's three times the usual rate!" "The other will pay five times the usual rate." "Oh, all right," the delicate young man gave in. It was a terrific risk he was agreeing to take, because, if the other was a criminal, he might one day find himself trapped unwittingly in the body of one of punishment could not abolish the necessity for self-defense, and the This might be a lucky break for me after all hulk like this. And maybe I'm cleverer than the original owner "No, he didn't tell me anything really—just suggested I ask you whatever I want to know. But why else should he guard somebody he obviously hates the way he hates you? Only because he doesn't want to see his body spoiled." "I wasn't thinking about that, Gabe," she said truthfully enough, for she hadn't followed the idea to its logical conclusion. "Of course I'd once, and from then on, despite all his threats, she had refused to go nothing could ever wash "You wouldn't be able to get your old body back, though, would you?" "I don't want to know!" he spat. "I wouldn't want it if I could get "Christ, anything would be better than that! You can't imagine what a match your character. Pity you could only change one."

<question>:
What would be the worst thing for Helen to do next?

<options>:
A divorce her husband
B try to find the real Gabriel Lockhard
C continue living her life with her husband
D play zarquil

<answer>:

C