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

<passage>:
It had been a bad day I had forgotten to wind the alarm clock, so I'd During the day, by actual count, I heard the phrase "I'm just spitballing" eight times, and another Madison Avenue favorite, "The whole ball of wax," twelve times. However, my story had been the Advertising game or the advertising racket, depending upon which at the same time. Sounds crazy. I guess you just missed it." Psychiatry tells us that some people are accident-prone I, on the other hand, seemed recently to be coincidence-prone, fluke-happy, and I went into our little kitchen to make a drink and reread the directions Molly had left, telling me how to get along by myself until reasons she supposes. I opened the refrigerator to get some ice and saw another notice: "When There, I thought to myself, is that one chance in a million we hear sentence. Pigeons fly as a rule in formation and turn simultaneously, so that they seemed to bunch up together. By some curious chance, they all wanted the same place in the sky to turn in, and several collided and My speculations about this peculiar aerial traffic accident were to play!" Several other loud voices started at the same time. "Nobody gets five straight-flushes in a row!" "Yeah, and only when you were dealer!" they're not marked! All I know is five straight...." arranged cards. believe it. Every round normal, nothing unusual about the hands—three of a kind, a low straight, that sort Although rather narrow, this is a two-way street, and in no time at one. That was tied in three knots. All connected. That's a damn funny coincidence." While I waited, I thought I might try getting down a few paragraphs of my novel—perhaps something would come now. It did, but as I came to a point where I was about to put down the word "agurgling," I decided it was too reminiscent of Gilbert and Sullivan, and stopped at the letter the side of the correct ones, and tore out the page, with my face red. This was absolutely not my day. "Well," McGill said, "nothing you've told me is impossible or supernatural. Just very, very improbable. In fact, the odds against that poker game alone would lead me to suspect Nat, well as I know him. It's all those other things...." he had a look of concern. "Alec, you're a reasonable guy, so I don't think you'll take offense at what I'm going to say. What you have told me is so impossibly unlikely, and the odds against it so astronomical, that I must take the view that you're either stringing me or you're subject to a delusion." I started they'll each have the same date, perhaps?" He shook his head. "In that case, no. Discounting the fact that you could have prearranged it, if my dim provisional theory is right, that would be actually impossible. It would involve time-reversal. I'll tell you about it later. No, just throw down the change. Let's see if they all come up heads." floor. They clattered and bounced—and bounced together—and stacked themselves into a neat pile. These coins didn't stack. They just fell into an exactly straight line, "Great Scott," he said, and sat down. "I suppose you know that there are two great apparently opposite principles governing the Universe—random and design. The sands on the beach are an example of random distribution and life is an example of design. The motions of the particles of a gas are what we call random, but there are so many of them, we treat them statistically and derive the Second Law of Thermodynamics—quite reliable. It isn't theoretically hard-and-fast it's just a matter of extreme probability. Now life, on the other hand, seems not to depend on probability at all actually, it goes against it. Or you might say it is certainly not an accidental manifestation." "Do you mean," I asked in some confusion, "that some form of life is controlling the coins and—the other things?" He shook his head. "No. All I mean is that improbable things usually have improbable explanations. When I see a natural law being broken, I don't say to myself, 'Here's a miracle.' I revise my version of the book of rules. Something—I don't know what—is going on, and it seems to involve probability, and it seems to center around you. Were you "Hm. You're the center, all right. But why?" "Center of what?" I asked. "I feel as though I were the center of an electrical storm. Something has it in for me!" McGill grinned. "Don't be superstitious. And especially don't be anthropomorphic." "Well, if it's the opposite of random, it's got to be a form of life." "On what basis? All we know for certain is that random motions are being rearranged. A crystal, for example, is not life, but it's a non-random arrangement of particles.... I wonder." He had a faraway, They can't none of them back out for one reason or another. Never seen anything like it." embarrassed grins on their faces, but before long their grins were replaced by looks of suspicion and then determination. which met in mid-air. Then began one of the most remarkable bouts ever witnessed—a fight in which fist hit fist but never anything else, until both champions backed away undefeated, muttering identical excuses and threats. Three women in a confused wrangle, with their half-open umbrellas intertwined, were brought across the street, which meant climbing over the He did so, and when he got to the summing up, I had the feeling she was "In other words, you think it's something organic?" I'm not doing so well," he confessed. "But so far as I can see," Molly answered, "it's mere probability, and without any over-all pattern." think this silly of me," she went on to McGill, "but why isn't it something like an overactive poltergeist?" "Pure concept," he said. "No genuine evidence." "Magnetism?" "Absolutely not. For one thing, most of the objects affected weren't there, like a rundown clock weight. These things do a lot more than that—they go on moving." is involved, but it merely rearranges it into a non-random pattern. In this case, it's rearranging random motions and call improbability." Molly frowned. "Then what is "I should say it was made of the motions. There's a similar idea about be forming around a nucleus not of its own material—the way a speck of sand thrown into a supersaturated solution becomes the nucleus of crystallization." impertinent look. "Why," I asked McGill, "did you say the coins couldn't have the same date? I mean apart from the off chance I got them that way." "Because I don't think this thing got going before today and everything that's happened can all be described as improbable motions here and now. The dates were already there, and to change them would require retroactive action, reversing time. That's out, in my book. "I guess you dropped it on the floor, mister," he said with strong disapproval. "Certainly not," I said. "Is it broken?" "Not exactly broken floor—something like that—just happened to cause the right induction but he didn't say much. I got the feeling he thinks you're involved in some mystical, Hibernian way. Hello, McGill, what's with you?" Since we decided on an air-conditioned restaurant nearby on Sixth Avenue, we walked. The jam of cars didn't seem to be any less than cigarettes, which I had opened, as always, by tearing off the top. I happened to have it upside down and all the cigarettes fell out. Before I could move my foot to obliterate what they had spelled out on the instead of sugar. I mentioned this and my companions tried theirs, and made faces. expression and made a new batch. After shaking this up, he set out a

<question>:
What motif runs through the story? Coincidences

<options>:
A Antisocial behavior
B Unfounded rage
C Coincidence
D Incorrect hypotheses

<answer>:

C