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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the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] His name was Herrell McCray and he was scared. As best he could tell, he was in a sort of room no bigger than a prison cell. Perhaps it was a prison cell. Whatever it was, he had no business in it for five minutes before he had been spaceborne, on the Long Jump calling Herrell McCray...." And louder, blaring, then fading to normal volume as the AVC circuits toned the signal down, another voice. A woman's voice, crying out in panic and fear: " Jodrell Bank! Where are you? Help!" IV Hatcher's second in command said: "He has got through the first survival test. In fact, he broke his way out! What next?" "Wait!" Hatcher ordered sharply. He was watching the new specimen and a troublesome thought had occurred to him. The new one was female and seemed to be in pain but it was not the pain that disturbed Hatcher, it was something far more immediate to his interests. "I think," he said slowly, "that they are in contact." His assistant vibrated startlement. "I know," Hatcher said, "but watch. Do you see? He is going straight toward her." Hatcher, who was not human, did not possess truly human emotions but he did feel amazement when he was amazed, and fear when there was to this damned, dark, dismal hole of a place where everything was out to hurt him and nothing explained what was going on. He cried aloud in exasperation: "If I could only death. He said, musing: "This new one, I cannot communicate with her, but I get—almost—a female is perhaps not quite mute." "Then shall we abandon him and work with her, forgetting the first one?" Hatcher hesitated. "No," he said at last. "The male is responding well. Remember that when last this experiment was done every subject died he is alive at least. But I am wondering. We can't quite communicate with whisper, now and then. The first one, the male, nothing. But this the female—" "But?" "But I'm not sure that others can't." The woman's voice was at such close range that McCray's suit radio made a useful RDF set. He located her direction easily enough, shielding the she begged him to hurry. Her voice was heavily accented, with some words in a language he did not recognize. She seemed to be in shock. McCray was hardly surprised at that he had been close enough to shock himself. He tried to reassure her as he searched for a way out of the hall, but in the middle of a word her voice stopped. He hesitated, hefting the ax, glancing back at the way he had come. tiny built-in antenna with the tungsten-steel blade of the ax, while There had to be a way out, even if it meant chopping through a wall. of the suit, and found another open door, this one round, and behind it— Yes, there was the woman whose voice he had heard. It was a woman, all right. The voice had been so strained that he hadn't been positive. Even now, short black hair might not have proved even though she wore a bulky, quilted suit of coveralls. He knelt beside her and gently turned her face. She was unconscious. Broad, dark face, with no make-up she was She breathed, a little raggedly but without visible discomfort her face was relaxed as though she were sleeping. She did not rouse as he moved her. He realized she was breathing the air of the room they were in. His instant first thought was that she was in danger of asphyxiation one of the female passengers for coffee. Item, apart from being shaken up and—he admitted it—scared damn near witless, he did not nothing more on his mind than completing his check-sighting and meeting seem to be hurt. Item, wherever he was now, it became, not so much what cooling brain. McCray grinned into the pink-lit darkness. The thought had somehow he remembered what a spacesuit was good for. It held a radio. He pressed the unsealing tabs, slipped his hand into the vacant chest Of course, the thing might not be operating. He reached for the microphone again— He cried aloud. II Someone was watching Herrell McCray, with the clinical fascination of a biochemist observing the wigglings of paramecia in a new antibiotic—and with the prayerful emotions of a starving, shipwrecked, sailor, watching the inward bobbing drift of a wave-born cask that may others mumbled agreement. Hatcher ordered silence, studying the specimen from Earth. After a long moment he turned his senses from the Earthman. "Incredible—but it's true enough," he said. "I'd better report. Watch Hatcher identified himself and gave a quick, concise report: "The subject recovered consciousness a short time ago and began to inspect his enclosure. His method of doing so was to put his own members in physical contact with the various objects in the enclosure. "Simultaneously, the object he was holding, attached to the artificial skin, was discovered to be generating paranormal forces." see Hatcher knew that this was not a freak show, but a matter of life and subjects have secured one of them. One of them is missing." There was a moment's silence. Frozen, Hatcher could only wait. The everything you can to establish communication with your subject." "But the danger to the specimen—" Hatcher protested automatically. "—is no greater," said the councillor, "than the danger to every one of us if we do not find allies Hatcher returned to his laboratory gloomily. It was just like the council to put the screws on it was not pity or sympathy that caused him to regret the dangers in moving too fast toward communication. Not even Hatcher had quite got over the revolting entirely pleasant to Earthmen. A slit in the lower hemisphere of his it closed, and his body was supplied with nourishment for another day. He returned quickly to the room. existence to their enemies— "Hatcher!" The call was urgent second in command, very excited. "What is it?" Hatcher demanded. "Wait...." Hatcher was patient Hatcher was startled. "Another one! And—is it a different species? Or merely a different sex?" Hatcher studied him frostily his patience was not, after all, endless. "No matter," he said at last. "Bring the other one in." And then, in a completely different mood, "We may need him badly. We may be in the process of killing our first one now." Before Stage Two began, or before Herrell McCray realized it had begun, he had an inspiration. The dark was absolute, but he remembered where the spacesuit had been At the moment he heard the click that was the beginning of Stage Two. He switched off the light and stood for a moment, listening. For a second he thought he heard the far-off voice, quiet, calm and almost hopeless, that he had sensed hours before but then that was amazement in its tone, "McCray, is that you? Where the devil are you calling from?" He forgot smell, sound and temperature and leaped for the suit. "This is Herrell McCray," he cried. "I'm in a room of some sort, apparently on a planet of approximate Earth mass. I don't know—" am answering, damn it," he roared. "What took you so long?" "Herrell McCray," droned the tiny voice in his ear, "Herrell McCray, Herrell McCray, this is say, except for one more word: Help." He grinned sourly and released the button. The message was on its way, and it would be hours before he could have a reply. Therefore he had to consider what to do next. He mopped his brow. With the droning, repetitious call from the ship finally quiet, the room was quiet again. And warm.

<question>:
What effect does Stage Two have on Herrell?

<options>:
A It distresses him to the point of leaving the cell in order to find the woman.
B It distresses him to the point of risking what wearing the space suit will do to him.
C It distresses him to the point of breaking out of the cell.
D The woman’s distress inspires him to break out of the cell.

<answer>:

C