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

<passage>:
scared. Click Hathaway's camera was loaded and he stood there listening and fall down dead. Number three is to clutch at your side, fall down Click Hathaway felt the ship move under him like a sensitive animal's rear-jets flat, and the ship spun like a cosmic merry-go-round. picked up and hurled against a lever-bank, and that Marnagan wasn't long in following, swearing loud words. Click remembered hanging on to his camera and gritting to keep holding it. What a sweet shot that had Stars, asteroids revolved. Click grabbed Marnagan because he was the ended up cradled in a slab-sized Irishman's arms, diving at a hunk of Gunther sat there, blinking at Hathaway, not moving. His thin hands twitched in his lap. "You are bluffing," he said, finally, with a firm pursued to the death by the Beasts. One of you escaped, it seemed." "Both. The other guy went after the Patrol." "Impossible!" around—human dice in a croupier's cup. The shell of the ship burst, "Get out there, you men! Throw them back! We're outnumbered!" quick crazy, unimportant things. The best scenes in life never reach Guns flared. But the Patrol came on. Gunther's men didn't run, Hathaway His camera whirred, clicked and whirred again. Nobody stopped him from filming it. Everything was too wild, hot and angry. Gunther was that pierced through his vac-suit, and silence. He wriggled out of the He didn't know what he was doing until he found the camera in his Interplanetary Patrolman emerges unscathed mashed and scattered. They were lucky to have escaped. Or now, Click. Oxygen. And then bony ridge of metal. They kept their eyes wide and awake. There wasn't much to see, but it was better than standing still, waiting. the crash this way." "Oops!" Click said. limbless, suddenly. "Irish! We lost weight, coming over that ridge!" They ran back. "Let's try it again." They tried it. They scowled at each other. The same thing happened. "Gravity should not act this way, Click." Click's ears, the Irishman's incredulous bellow. The gun didn't hurt Hathaway made it first, Marnagan bellowing just behind him. "They're too big they can't get us in here!" Click's voice gasped it out, Instinctively, Hathaway added, "Asteroid monsters! My camera! What a scene!" "Damn your damn camera!" yelled Marnagan. "They might come in!" eh, Click?" They sat, staring at the monsters for about a minute. Hathaway felt funny about something didn't know what. Something about these monsters and Gunther and— my capture of Gunther, now the least you can do is record peace much effort, for the camera. And then, a closeup of the thrashing death wall that holed them in. Click took them all, those shots, not saying anything. Nobody fooled nobody with this act. Death was near and they had sweaty faces, dry mouths and frozen guts. When Click finished filming, Irish sat down to save oxygen, and used it up arguing about Gunther. Click came back at him: Super-gravity and a couple of well-tossed meteors. Saves all around. the beasts. "People crashing here die from air-lack, no food, or from wounds caused at the crackup. If they survive all that—the animals his attack is? Looks like accidental death instead of murder, if the Click shrugged. "Still doubt it? Okay. Look." He tapped his camera and film. The first light struck film-surface, destroyed one chemical, Click handed the whole thing over. "Look." Click. Now, now. This is one lousy film you invented." monsters complete." "What!" Hathaway grabbed the camera, gasped, squinted, and gasped again: Then, closeup—of—NOTHING! He elucidated it over and over again to the Patrolman. About the film, the beasts, and how the film couldn't be wrong. If the film said the monsters weren't there, they weren't there. "Yeah," said Marnagan. "But step outside this cave—" "If my theory is correct I'll do it, unafraid," said Click. "Ready, Click?" "What do they say...? Oh, yeah. Action. Lights. Camera!" monsters! Only now it was only Marnagan. No more monsters. ran away!" "Ran, hell!" cried Hathaway, rushing out, his face flushed and animated. "They just plain vanished. They were only imaginative figments!" kill them." "Shaw, now. Those animals can't kill." "Think not, Mr. Marnagan? As long as we believed in them they could have frightened us to death, forced us, maybe, to commit suicide. If that isn't being dangerous—" Gunther's Base, fight our way in, and get fresh oxy-cannisters." Click dead by now. Everyone else's been fooled by his playmates they never had a chance to disbelieve them." "If it hadn't been for you taking them pictures, Click—" "Coupled with your damned stubborn attitude about the accident—" Click Marnagan's homely face grimaced in sympathy. "Hold tight, Click. The "Hold tight, hell, let's move. We've got to find where those animals came from! And the only way to do that is to get the animals to come back!" "Come back? How?" "They're waiting, just outside the aura of our thoughts, and if we believe in them again, they'll return." Marnagan didn't like it. "Won't—won't they kill us—if they come—if we believe in 'em?" Hathaway shook a head that was tons heavy and weary. "Not if we believe in them to a certain point "All right, Click, let's bring 'em back. How do we do it?" Hathaway fought against the mist in his eyes. "Just think—I will see the monsters again. I will see them again and I will not feel them. Think it over and over." Marnagan's hulk stirred uneasily. "And—what if I forget to remember The monsters returned. A soundless deluge of them, pouring over the rubbled horizon, swarming in malevolent anticipation about the two men. raised his gun and made quick moves with it. "Click! This one here! frame slammed against rock, noiselessly. "Marnagan! Get a grip, dammit! It's not real—don't let it force into your mind! It's not real, I tell you!" "Click—" Marnagan's face was a bitter, tortured movement behind glass. "Click—" He was fighting hard. "I—I—sure now. Sure—" He smiled. you forget the monsters. Let me handle them, I know how. They might fool you again, you might forget." His voice came back across the distance, into Click's earphones. "A Then, Marnagan dropped into the tunnel, disappearing. Click heard the thud of his feet hitting the metal flooring. Click sucked in his breath, hard and fast. Click started running. He switched off his guard. Click gasped. Things The air-lock door was still wide open when Click reached it, his head you stand right there and die," he said quietly. "That what Gunther you! Freeze!" Click was afraid he would show his weak dizziness. He needed air. up any moment. You think we could refocus this doohingey, project the monsters inside the asteroid to fool the pirates themselves?" "What good would that do?" Hathaway gnawed his lip. "They wouldn't fool the engineers who created them, you nut."

<question>:
What would have happened if Click’s camera broke in the crash?

<options>:
A Irish would have died on impact.
B They would have returned immediately to Luna Base.
C They would have caught Gunther faster.
D They would have continued to believe the monsters were real.

<answer>:

D