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

<passage>:
suddenly turned into a monstrosity of order! of an old-fashioned hatbox. It glittered brilliantly in the sunlight, During the day, by actual count, I heard the phrase "I'm just the Advertising game or the advertising racket, depending upon which rung of the ladder you have achieved. Psychiatry tells us that some people are accident-prone I, on the other hand, seemed recently to be coincidence-prone, fluke-happy, and except for the alarm clock, I'd had no control over what had been going on. that I cannot take a breath without her. She is right, but not for the reasons she supposes. pencil was standing on its end. There, I thought to myself, is that one chance in a million we hear sentence. one that I had missed, pinned to the door of the dumbwaiter: "Garbage fell. an incipient free-for-all, and among the angry voices I recognized that never, to my knowledge, given wild parties, particularly in the late afternoon. "You can't say a thing like that to me!" I heard him shout. "I tell you I got that deck this afternoon and they weren't opened till we started to play!" him, evidently torn between the desire to make an angry exit and the 'em yourselves if you think they're marked!" The nearest man struck them up from his hand. "Okay, Houdini! So they're not marked! All I know is five straight...." but I had an idea what I would hear. After a while, he calmed down, but he still seemed dazed. "Never seen anything to equal it," he said. "Wouldn't have believed it. Those guys to a lamp. All knows everything. voice said, "Alec? You must have picked up the receiver just as we were connected. That's a damn funny coincidence." "Not in the least," I said. "Come on over here. I've got something for 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 "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...." while I waited. Then he turned around 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 to get up and expostulate, but he motioned me back. "I know, but don't you see that that is far more likely than...." He stopped and shook they'll each have the same date, perhaps?" "Did you accumulate all that change today?" "No. During the week." 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." there are two great apparently opposite principles governing the 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 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 "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 They can't none of them back out for one reason or another. Never seen anything like it." 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. the umbrella and we'll say no more about it!" "And so now it's Missus Mac-Philip, is it?" said her adversary. but the handle was caught in her glove. She looked up and I saw it was Molly. My nurse-wife. "Oh, Alec!" she said, and managed to detach herself. "Are you all right?" Was I "Molly! What are you doing here?" "Of course I'm all right. But why...." to it. He did so, and when he got to the summing up, I had the feeling she was a jump ahead of him. "In other words, you think it's something organic?" "Well," McGill said, "I'm trying to think of anything else it might be. 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." "Not quite. It has a center. Alec is the center." Molly looked at me with a curious expression for a moment. "Do you feel 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 magnetic—and don't forget magnetism is a force, not a form of energy, and a great deal of energy has been involved. I admit the energy has all you'd get would be stored kinetic energy, such as when a piece of iron moves to a magnet or a line of force. Then it would just stay there, like a rundown clock weight. These things do a lot more than that—they go on moving." has a definite shape and exhibits growth, but that's all. I'll agree this—thing—has no discernible shape and motion is involved, but it does not convert what it feeds on it merely rearranges it into a non-random pattern. In this case, it's rearranging random motions and call improbability." is it? What's it made of?" impertinent look. 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 "I guess you dropped it on the floor, mister," he said with strong disapproval. "Not exactly some mystical, Hibernian way. Hello, McGill, what's with you?" and when he caught sight of us, he said something that made the for the fat lady. is a grown larger. Molly lit a cigarette and said, "I suppose this is all part of it, Alec. Incidentally, it seems to be getting warmer in here." "Hey! What's the idea?" snarled the sour-looking man. was outshouted, and the owner frowned darkly.

<question>:
What is the meaning of the title?

<options>:
A When Mr. and Mrs. Graham are apart, a major imbalance persists
B McGill is manipulating Alec as part of a social experiment
C Alec is at the center of all the coincidental behavior
D Alec possesses supernatural abilities that will eventually destroy  him

<answer>:

C