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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She said, "I'd rather be dead. Maybe I am. Maybe we're all dead and this is Hell." first to come back for a second run." "But you can't," he told her. "They're too clever." "Is this crop rotation or did you send for me?" she asked cynically. "If you did, I wish you hadn't. You haven't asked about your son." "I don't even want to think about him," said Tennant. "Let's get within them by their captors. double motherhood, she was almost flat of bosom. He asked her how she was feeling. "Okay, I guess," she said. "The way they manage it, there's nothing brought through. "Good," he said. "Glad to hear it." He felt oddly embarrassed. He turned to Olga, broad, blonde and curiously vital, who sat perfectly still, regarding him over the pregnant swell of her dirndl-clad waist. something that might cheer her up, for she was by far the youngest of like it any better than we do." "But he doesn't have to—have them," objected Olga. She had a trace of Polish accent that was not unpleasant. In fact, Tennant thought, only It arrived before the meal, materializing against one of the seven be it gold, brown or red, predecessors doomed it to instant success. " expression—approval that faded quickly as soon as she caught his gaze upon her. The food arrived then and they sat down at the round table to eat it. Eudalia laid down her fork with a clatter and regarded Dana disapprovingly. "Why take it out on Rog?" she asked bluntly. "He didn't ask to come here any more than we did. He's got a wife back home. Maybe you want him to fall in love with you? Maybe you're jealous because he doesn't? Well, maybe he can't! And maybe it wouldn't work, the way ." all are. We seem to be in a universe of different properties as well as "We may be in the eleventh for all I know," he told her. "But I'll settle for the fourth—a fourth dimension in space, if that makes " "Hold on," he said. "They pass through their gateway to Earth at don't come back. They kill those of us who put up a fight. Those who don't—or can't—they bring back with them. Live or dead, we're just laboratory specimens." Rog?" "Of course not," he agreed. "In the one instance, "They never cry," the thin woman told him. "But they grow—God, how they grow!" "Good," said Tennant, fighting down his anger. He kissed her, held her close, although neither of them felt desire at the moment. Their captors had seen to that "And it's not yours," insisted Eudalia. "Don't let them make you think it is." "I'll try not to," he said and stopped, realizing the family party was over. He had felt the inner tug of command, said good-by to the women and returned to his smaller compound within its own barrier dome. discarded as too nightmarish for belief. and Opal would have shown no reaction. Yet He went through the entire routine at Opal's bidding. When at last of near-sick excitement as he received the thought: Now you are ready. We are going through at last. thought: received quick reproof that made his head ring as from a blow. He asked Opal where and when they were going, was informed that he would soon emerge on Earth where he had left it. That told him everything but the date and season. Opal, like the rest of the captors, seemed to have no understanding of time in a human sense. Waiting, Tennant tried not to think of his wife, of the fact that he hadn't seen her in—was it more than a year and a half on Earth? He could have controlled his heartbeat with one of his new powers, but that might have made Opal suspicious. He should be somewhat excited. He allowed himself to be, though he obscured the reasons. He was going to see his wife again ... and maybe he could trick his way into not returning. The maid who opened the door for him was new, although her eyes were old. But she recognized him and stood aside to let him enter. There took another drag, saw the maid still in the doorway, staring. "There's no need for fright," he told her. "I believe I still own this house." Then, "When do you expect Mrs. Tennant?" "She just called. She's on her way home from the club." Still looking frightened, she departed for the rear of the house. back here, about to see Agatha again, hold her close in no more than a few minutes. And stay, his mind began to add eagerly, but he pushed the there would be in a ghastly spot. He felt like a heel for wanting to leave them there, then knew that he would try somehow to get them out. Not, of course, anything that would endanger his remaining with Agatha the only way his captors would get him back would be as a taxidermist's He realized, shocked and scared, that his thoughts of escape had slipped past his mental censor, and he waited apprehensively for Opal but he'd get them back or another pair. The credenza had been replaced by a huge and ugly television console. That, he resolved, would go down in the cellar rumpus room, where its bleached modernity wouldn't clash with the casual antiquity of the living room. Agatha would complain, naturally, but his being back would make up for any amount of furniture shifting. He imagined her standing close to real ... his love for her, the food he ate, the things he touched, his house, his life.... Your wife and a man are approaching the house. The thought message from Opal crumbled his illusion of freedom. He sank down in a chair, trying to refuse to listen to the rest of the command: You are to bring the man through the gateway with you. We want another live male. Opal had been too interested in the next lab specimen to bother about . He'd had one too many and only wanted a little fun. him. The it would be you." " Roger! " Agatha found her voice. "You're alive !" "Roger," repeated Tennant viciously. He felt sick with disgust. Maybe he should have expected a triangle, but somehow he hadn't. And here it was, with all of them going through their paces like a trio of have right to know. I do, anyway." "One question first," he said. "What about those killings? Have there revolting. "Rog," she said and her voice trembled, "what are we going to do? What want to do?" Take her back? He smiled ironically she wouldn't know what that meant. It would serve her right, but maybe there was another way. "I don't know about you," he said, "but I suspect we're in the same " What both are qualified to make for yourselves." He lit a cigarette, inhaled. "Relax. I'm not planning revenge. After this evening, I plan to vanish for good. Of course, Agatha, that offers you a minor nuisance. You will have to wait six years to marry Cass—seven years if the maid who let me in tonight talks. That's the law, isn't it, Cass? You probably had it all figured out." "You bastard," said Cass. "You dirty bastard! You know what a wait like that could do to us." "Tristan and Isolde," said Tennant, grinning almost happily. "Well, I've had my little say. Now I'm off again. Cass, would you give me a lift? I have a conveyance of sorts a couple of miles down the road." exchanged with Cass. He turned away, knowing that she was imploring her lover to do something, All they could do was kill them and bring back their heads and hides questing thoughts toward his captor, asking why they didn't simply set up the gateway in some town or city and take as many humans as they

<question>:
What will probably happen next?

<options>:
A Roger will find a way to escape
B Roger will probably take Cass back with him
C Roger will go back empty handed
D Roger will bring his wife back with him

<answer>:

B