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

<passage>:
A FALL OF GLASS Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that Humphrey Fownes' preoccupation finally came to an end when he was one occasional light showers—but of what? one after another, a place of little traffic and minimum distractions. people were bumping into him. He was thinking about Optimum Dome Conditions (a crisp 59 degrees, a mildly dessicated 47%) when a bogus " Winds " March fragments showering harmlessly on the city from time to time. Dome weevils, their metal arms reaching out with molten glass, roamed the huge casserole, ceaselessly patching and repairing. "What?!" from the blackness of the living room. "These are not Optimum Dome Conditions!" the voice wailed. "The temperature is not that was always 47%, by weather that was always Optimum. It was this 59 degrees. not 47%!" "Are you going to make it stop or aren't you!" MacBride yelled. within the confines of a dome. Conformity had become more than a social force it was a physical necessity. And, after years of working at it, Fownes took the wheel. It was off a 1995 Studebaker. "I'm not sure what's going to come of this," he said to Lanfierre with an astonishing amount of objectivity, "but the entire dome air supply small efforts, rarer. is now coming through my bedroom." "Not any more there isn't." Dome Conditions of the bright avenue. "I never figured on this is different standing on end for a moment before toppling to the ground. It was strangely slow motion, as was the black twirling cloud that now rose which way. " vacation. top.... "They say there are mountain-tops where winds blow all the time. Strong with the illustration. The cloud rose and spun, assuming the identical blow, it would shake exactly the way that one does. Sometimes I get the feeling the whole place is going to slide off its foundation and go sailing down the avenue." over the roaring, "that Dorothy traveled from Kansas to Oz in a twister "I'll tell you something else," Lanfierre went on. "The beyond the all close at the same time. You'll be watching and all of a sudden every ." they all had something important to say but had to close the windows first so no one could hear. Why else close the windows in a domed city? And then as soon as the place is buttoned up they all explode into "Yoo-hoo, Mrs. Deshazaway!" The dome weevils were going berserk trying to keep up with the "No, I don't need a vacation." mountainous puffs of glass as he went. "Mrs. Deshazaway!" he shouted. Optimum temperature collapsed. "Mrs. Deshazaway! brain, Lanfierre, breezes of fatigue, zephyrs of irrationality—" "And the still wouldn't need all that "And compasses won't work on this street." "He'll be coming out soon," Lanfierre said. "He eats supper next door the widow's next door and then the library." said. "Is he in with that bunch?" "I can't wait to see what he's got in there," Lanfierre murmured, noticed. There was a certain amount of vibration, of course. He had a bootleg pipe connected into the dome blower system, and the high-pressure air caused some buffeting against the thin walls of the house. At least, he called it buffeting "Tight as a kite," he thought, satisfied. He continued on toward the right? No, The old wheels surrounding the Master Mechanism, which was a miniature see-saw that went back and forth 365-1/4 times an hour. The wheels had a curious stateliness about them. They were all quite old, salvaged from seven o'clock in the evening, April seventh, any year. Outside, the domed city vanished. It was replaced by an illusion. Or, as Fownes hoped it might appear, the illusion of the domed city vanished and was replaced by a more satisfactory, and, for his specific purpose, more functional, illusion. two. seemed all right. A dreamy sunset, then, neither did the widow. He'd have to be confident, assertive. of falsification. Communication seemed virtually impossible. "No" circumstances. It could mean yes, it could mean ask me again later on this evening. thinking roguishly: Thou shalt not inundate. . Undiminished, the yellow moon and the red sun important time to be a bit forward. . That might be rather stay over instead of going home.... to wall pipes and wall pipes connected to cellar pipes, and they made one gigantic skeleton that began to rattle its bones and dance as high-pressure air from the dome blower rushed in, slowly opening the Studebaker valve wider and wider.... When the about stately August and eccentric February and romantic April. April. And all the rest have thirty-one. practical purposes I'm never going to marry again. All my husbands die." not going to marry you and if you want "As long as there are people," he said philosophically, "there'll be worse for him." Five. very elaborate plans you've been they'll find out? I "Oh, it doesn't really matter. I'll join Andrew, Curt, Norman—" "That won't be necessary," Fownes said with unusual force. "With all here and now I have other plans for you, Mrs. Deshazaway." "But my dear Mr. Fownes," she said, leaning across the table. "We're lost, you and I." "Not if we could leave the dome," Fownes said quietly. "That's impossible! How?" In no hurry, now that he had the widow's complete attention, Fownes Space? Miles and miles of space where the real-estate monopoly has blows across or is And June, which as you may know follows directly upon April and is supposed to be the month of brides, of marrying. June also lies beyond the dome." "I see." " longer scintillate." " outside the dome," she said, "out where a man stays warm long enough would be such a insane experience. ("April has thirty days," Fownes mumbled, passing them, "because thirty is the largest number such that all smaller numbers not having a common divisor primes Pinning his hopes on the Movement, Fownes went straight to the unintelligibility. five this . Seven years ?" was unquestionably a meteorological phenomenon. It spun ominously, like looking oddly like giants fled from their fairy tales, protesting. stood in the center of the room, leaning on a heavy knobbed cane. He glanced around at the group almost complacently, and waited as Humphrey Fownes squeezed into an empty chair. "We live in a dome," the leader said, "for lack of something. An invention! What is the one thing that the great technological societies before ours could not invent, notwithstanding their various giant brains, electronic and otherwise?" " obtained the insight. "If a sound foreign policy can't be created the only alternative is not to have any foreign policy at all. Thus the movement into domes began— by common consent of the governments . This arranged for him to get out. "Out?" the leader said, frowning. "Out? Out where?" "Outside the dome." "Oh. All in good time, my friend. One day we shall all pick up and leave." "And that day I'll await impatiently," Fownes replied with marvelous tact, "because it will be lonely out there for the two of us. My future wife and I have to leave ." "Nonsense. Ridiculous! You have to be prepared for the Open Country. You can't just up and leave, it would be suicide, Fownes. And have Have I left anything out?"

<question>:
What is unlikely to happen next?

<options>:
A Agnes and Humphrey will leave the dome
B the government will rethink some of the dome's policies
C Humphrey's house will fall apart
D the dome will be repaired

<answer>:

B