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

<passage>:
"Only one way to go, where we can float down through the clouds to Paradise. That's straight ahead to the sun with out and out forever in all directions. Russell didn't think they could remain sane in all this blackness much longer. Bitterly he thought of how they would die—not knowing within maybe thousands of light years where they were, or where they were going. Four men, thought Russell, held together by an invisible string of But Russell knew it and he'd admitted it from the first—that old A lot of time had rushed past into darkness. Russell had no idea now How long ago that had been, Russell didn't know. All Russell knew was calling their destination Paradise. Russell wanted to laugh, but the last time he'd given way to this Sometimes Russell thought of other things besides his growing hatred And a human was smaller still, thought Russell when he was not hating could go where they'd never be apprehended, in a system no one else had ever heard of, where they could live like gods on a green soft world like the Earth had been a long time back. And Dunbar had spouted endlessly about a world of treasure they would of eternity—a rich star, a rich far fertile star where no one else had ever been, loaded with treasure that had no name, that no one had ever heard of before. And was, because of that, the richest treasure We all look alike out here in these big rocket pressure suits, Russell the wrong direction. No reason for knowing. Just a hunch. And Russell Russell said. life on it, Dunbar ... the only one we can live on?" Russell asked. "That's right! That's right," Dunbar yelled. "That's the only one—and it's a paradise. Not just a place to live, boys—but a place you'll have trouble believing in because it's like a dream!" "And none of these other three suns have worlds we could live on, "Yeah," said Alvar. "You still say that, Dunbar?" "No life, boys, nothing," Dunbar laughed. "Nothing on these other worlds but ashes ... just ashes and iron and dried blood, dried a million years or more." "When in hell were you ever here?" Johnson said. "You say you were circle from this point, with us squarely in the middle. We explored all these suns and the worlds that go round 'em. Trust me, boys, and we'll reach the right one. And that one's just like Paradise." "Paradise is it," Russell whispered hoarsely. "Paradise and there we'll be like gods, like Mercuries with wings flying on nights of sweet song. These other suns, don't let them and pretty and waiting and calling and lying! They make you think of nice green worlds all running waters and dews and forests thick as Russell said tightly. "It'll take us a long time won't it? If it's got air we can breath, and water we can drink and shade we can rest in—that'll be paradise enough for us. But it'll take a long time won't it? And what if it isn't there—what if after all the time we spend hoping and getting there—there won't be nothing but ashes and Russell said. long time before ever I got there. A land like heaven and women like angels singing and dancing and laughing with red lips and arms white as milk, and soft silky hair floating in the winds." Russell was very sick of the old man's voice. He was at least glad he I'd break away, go it alone to the right sun, Russell thought—but I'd Russell said. of years. That's what this world is, boys. Must have been a ship load of beautiful people, maybe actresses and people like that being hauled to some outpost to entertain. They're like angels now, living in a land all free from care. Every place you see green forests and fields and blue lakes, and at nights there's three moons that come around the sky in a thousand different colors. And it never gets cold ... it's always spring, always spring, boys, and the music plays all night, every night of a long long year...." Russell suddenly shouted. "Keep quiet, Dunbar. Shut up will you?" Johnson said. "Dunbar—how long'll it take us?" "Six months to a year, I'd say," Dunbar yelled happily. "That is—of our hereditary time." "What?" croaked Alvar. Johnson didn't say anything at all. Russell screamed at Dunbar, then quieted down. He whispered. "Six months to a year—out here—cooped up in these damn suits. You're all be crazier than you are—" "We'll make it, boys. Trust ole' Dunbar. What's a year when we know we're getting to Paradise at the end of it? What's a year out here ... it's paradise ain't it, compared with that prison hole we were rotting in? We can make it. We have the food concentrates, and all the rest. All we need's the will, boys, and we got that. The whole damn Universe "The hell with the old days," screamed Russell. trapped like this liable to start meandering. Liable to start losing the old will-power." way. An' pretty soon something breaks, or the food runs out, and you're a million million miles from someplace you don't care about any more because you're dead. All frozen up in space ... preserved like a piece of meat in a cold storage locker. And then maybe in a million paradise." After that they traveled on for what seemed months to Russell, but it couldn't have been over a day or two of the kind of time-sense he had rims. He yelled this fact out to the others. And Alvar said. "Russ's Russell half choked on his words. "You old goat! With those old eyes Russell did it before he hardly realized he was killing the old man. Dunbar. If he'd aimed right, Russell knew the fire-bullet should have Dunbar's last faint cry from inside his suit still rang in Russell's dead." "How could he see any difference in those four stars?" Russell said, louder. paradise. He was happy, nothing could stop the old man—but he's dead now." He sighed. all night—houses like jewels—and women like angels—" " Shhhh ," said Alvar. It was quiet. How could it be so quiet, Russell it's forgotten, Russ. It's swallowed up in the darkness all around. Russell said, "I've had a hunch all along that maybe the old man was Sweat ran down Russell's face. His voice trembled. "No—that's wrong. "I know I'm right," Russell pleaded. "My hunches always been right. time ... just wake up enough times to give himself another boost with the old life-gun." the old man might have been right about that. If we stick together, the chance is three to one against us. But if each of us makes for one star, one of us has a chance to live. Maybe not in paradise like the old man said, but a place where we can live. And maybe there'll be intelligent life, maybe even a ship, and whoever gets the right star "No ... God no...." Russell whispered over and over. "None of us can Johnson started to laugh. Russell was yelling wildly at them, and Now Russell wasn't saying anything. thought was right. And he'll keep on going. Course he won't be able to give himself another boost with the life-gun, but he'll keep going. Russell couldn't say anything. He stared at the endless void which now Russell felt the release, felt the sudden inexplicable isolation and dwindling and dwindling and blinking out like little lights. Fading, he could hear their voices. "Each to his own star," Johnson said. "On a bee line." Russell used his own life-gun and in a little while he didn't hear Russell's head fell forward against the front of his helmet, and he he is ... wherever he came from, he died bravely and he knew the way, though he never reached this haven of the lost alive."

<question>:
What is Russell's greatest fear?

<options>:
A Being disappointed
B Losing his mind
C Being lost and alone
D Living forever

<answer>:

C