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

<passage>:
Infield turned his soft blue eyes to the black and tan oxfords with the Infield shrugged slightly. "I suppose a man must take some chances." Infield leaned on the desk and glared. "I called myself a psychiatrist The cool air of the street was a relief. Infield stepped into the main It was the first time in years that anyone had apologized to Infield Suddenly something else was pushing against Infield, forcing the Davies fumbled for the broad belt around his thickening middle. He "This isn't the first time you've pulled something like this, Davies," The other turned to Infield. "He was unconscious on his feet," he explained. "He never knew he fell." "Not—not long," Infield evaded. Infield's pulse raced, trying to get ahead of his thoughts, and losing Infield shifted around, trying to see that side of his benefactor, cleared his throat, noticing the affectation of it. "My name's Infield." "Price," the other answered absently. "George Price. I suppose they have liquor at the Club. We can have a drink Price set the direction and Infield fell in at his side. "Look, if you don't drink, I'll buy you a cup of coffee. It was just a suggestion." Infield supposed it was a Cure, although he had never issued one like Price probably would never get crazed enough for liquor to kill himself, Infield knew. The threat of death would keep him constantly shocked sane. Men hide in the comforts of insanity, but when faced with Infield looked up self-consciously and noticed that they had crossed two streets from his building and were standing in front of what appeared to be a small, dingy cafe. He followed Price through the screeching screen door. Infield wondered why cheap bars and restaurants always used red-checked Price nodded jerkily. "Twenty years ago, at least." "What'll you have, Georgie?" Reggie asked. The young man snubbed out his cigarette viciously. "Bourbon. Straight." Of course he didn't, Infield knew. Why should he? It was useless to it." He did laugh. Price fumbled with the cigarette stub in the black iron ashtray, examining it with the skill of scientific observation. "Mr. Infield is buying me the drink and that makes it different." Reggie went away. Price kept dissecting the tobacco and paper. Infield Price looked up, no longer interested in the relic of a cigarette. He was suddenly intensely interested and intensely observant of the rest Doubly dangerous to Infield because, even though he was one of the few Price started to glance around the cafe, then half-shrugged, almost visibly thinking that he shouldn't run that routine into the ground. Infield felt cold inside. After a time, he found that the roaring was But Infield let himself relax. How could anyone force a mechanical another before Infield. Price stared at the drink almost without comprehension of how it came to be. He started to sweat. "George, drink it." downed that drink and the shock might do you good." Price laughed shortly. "I feel like doing something very melodramatic, like throwing my drink—and yours—across the room, but I haven't got Infield." Before Infield could speak, a stubble-faced, barrel-chested man moved past their table. He wore a safety belt. It was the man Price had called Davies, the one who had fastened one of his safety lines to Infield in the street. Davies went to the bar in the back. "Gimme a bottle," he demanded of a Price and glared. Price leaned back. The chair creaked. Mrs. Price kept cooing to the doll. "You made me fall," Davies accused. Price shrugged. "You were unconscious. You never knew it." Sweat broke out on Davies' forehead. "You broke the Code. Don't you Suddenly, Davies triggered his safety belt. At close range, before floor, and all the others to the table behind Infield. Davies released all lines except those on Price, and then threw himself backward, dragging Price out of his chair and onto the floor. Davies didn't mind making others fall. They were always trying to make him they could laugh at him or pounce on him why shouldn't he like to make them fall first? Expertly, Davies moved forward and looped the loose lines around Price's head and shoulders and then around his feet. He crouched beside Price and shoved the bottle into the gasping mouth and poured. Price twisted against the binding lines in blind terror, gagging and system, it will kill him!" She rocked the rag doll in her arms, trying to soothe it, and stared in horror. Infield hit the big man behind the ear. He dropped the bottle and fell over sideways on the floor. Fear and hate mingled in his eyes as he looked up at Infield. Nonsense, Infield told himself. Eyes can't register emotion. Davies released his lines and drew them in. He got up precariously. "I'm going to kill you," he said, glaring at Infield. "You made me fall worse than Georgie did. I'm really going to kill you." Infield wasn't a large man, but he had pressed two hundred and fifty many times in gym. He grabbed Davies' belt with both hands and lifted "I'll do it if you cause more trouble." Infield sat down and rubbed his broke the Code all the way," Reggie said. "The Good Book says 'Thou shouldn't kill' or something like that, and so does the Code." "Let him go, Reggie," Price choked out, getting to his feet. "I'm not dead." He wiped his hand across his mouth. "No. No, you aren't." Infield felt an excitement pounding through him, Price stared at him as if he were a padded-cell case. "That's different. I'd be a hopeless drunk without the Cure. Besides, no one They were all looking at Infield. Somehow he felt this represented a so can you." "You can't! Nobody can!" Price screamed after him. He turned to the others. "If he reveals us, the Cause is lost. We've got to stop him for good just as well. He sneezed. He was soaked through, but he kept on running. He didn't know what Price and Reggie planned to do when they caught him. He slipped and fell. He would soon find out what they wanted. The excitement was all gone now and it left an empty space into which fear the knife fell into Infield's palm. The psychiatrist pulled himself erect by holding to Reggie's arm. Staggering to his feet, he remembered what he must do and slashed at the waiter's head. A gash streaked across the man's brow and blood poured into his eyes. He screamed. "I It was his problem. Infield usually solved other people's problems, but now he ran away—he couldn't even solve his own. Infield realized that he had gone mad as he held the thin blade high overhead, but he did need some kind of lightning rod. Price (who was right behind him, gaining) had been right. No one could discard a Cure. He watched the lightning play its light on the blade of his Cure and he knew that Price was going to kill him in the next moment. He was wrong. The lightning hit him first. said INFIELD &amp "Mr. Morgan, your partner, Mr. Infield, he—" "Mr. Infield went out without his Cure in a storm and was struck by Morgan exhaled. Poor Infield. But it wasn't the lightning that killed him, of course. Morgan adjusted the soundproofing plugs in his ears,

<question>:
Why did Davies attach himself to Infield outside of Infield & Morgan?

<options>:
A He was afraid of heights and falling over, so he had affixed himself to Infield in order to calm his fear.
B He was attempting to catch Infield after he ran away from the fraternal club for the Cured.
C He was afraid of the rain and lightning, and the cables helped him to feel more secure.
D He had been aiming for George Price, whom he was trying to kill as punishment for knocking him to the ground earlier.

<answer>:

A