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

<passage>:
blood," old Dunbar told the space-wrecked, desperate men. But Dunbar's eyes were old and uncertain. How could they Dunbar, the oldest of the four, an old space-buster with a face wrinkled like a dried prune, burned by cosmic rays and the suns of worlds so far away they were scarcely credible, had taken command. Suddenly, Old Dunbar had known where they were. Suddenly, Dunbar knew never been any sound or life, with old Dunbar the first in line, taking the lead because he was older and knew where he was and where he was going. Maybe Johnson, second in line, and Alvar who was third, knew too, but were afraid to admit it. Dunbar was as crazy as a Jovian juke-bird. recognizable pattern. But Dunbar knew. And Russell was looking at Dunbar's suit up ahead, watching it more and more intently, thinking about how Dunbar looked inside that suit—and hating Dunbar more and thought then of what Dunbar would say to such a thought, how Dunbar Dunbar had a big answer for every little thing. for Dunbar. Hell no—Dunbar had to start talking about a place they find, if they would just follow old Dunbar. That's what all four of now, Russell thought—if it weren't for old crazy Dunbar. They might have a chance if Alvar and Johnson weren't so damn lacking in self-confidence as to put all their trust in that crazed old rum-dum. Russell had known now for some time that they were going in the wrong direction. No reason for knowing. Just a hunch. And Russell "We're about in the middle of those four suns aren't we, Dunbar?" Russell said. "That's right, boys!" yelled old Dunbar in that sickeningly optimistic voice. Like a hysterical old woman's. "Just about in the sweet dark life on it, Dunbar ... the only one we can live on?" Russell asked. "That's right! That's right," Dunbar yelled. "That's the only one—and Dunbar?" Russell asked. Keep the old duck talking like this and maybe "Yeah," said Alvar. "You still say that, Dunbar?" Russell said. "Yeah, that's right," said Alvar. "Sometimes I see a red rim around Old Dunbar laughed. The sound brought blood hotly to Russell's face. bobbing neck, his simpering watery blue eyes. But he still had to suffer that immutable babbling, that idiotic cheerfulness ... and knowing all the time the old man was crazy, that he was leading them wrong. I'd break away, go it alone to the right sun, Russell thought—but I'd than old Dunbar will ever be, even if he keeps on getting nuttier all was to get rid of Dunbar. "Lost people ... lost ... who knows how long," Dunbar said, as the always spring, always spring, boys, and the music plays all night, every night of a long long year...." Russell suddenly shouted. "Keep quiet, Dunbar. Shut up will you?" Johnson said. "Dunbar—how long'll it take us?" "What?" croaked Alvar. Johnson didn't say anything at all. Russell screamed at Dunbar, then quieted down. He whispered. "Six "We'll make it, boys. Trust ole' Dunbar. What's a year when we know isn't big enough to kill the will of a human being, boys. I been over a whole lot of it, and I know. In the old days—" "The hell with the old days," screamed Russell. "Now quiet down, Russ," Dunbar said in a kind of dreadful crooning whisper. "You calm down now. You younger fellows—you don't look at "Shut up!" Johnson yelled. Dunbar laughed. "Boys, boys, don't get panicky. Keep your heads. Just stick to old Dunbar and he'll see you through. I'm always lucky. Only Then he saw how the other two stars also were beginning to develop red rims. He yelled this fact out to the others. And Alvar said. "Russ's right. That sun to the right, and the one behind us ... now they ALL pierced Dunbar's back. Now the fire was gone, extinguished of the gravity rope, Dunbar was dead. Dunbar's last faint cry from inside his suit still rang in Russell's Johnson both called Dunbar's name a few times. There was no answer. "I did it for the three of us," Russell said. "It was either him or us. Lies ... lies that was all he had left in his crazy head. Paradise ... don't tell me you guys don't see the red rims around all four suns, all four suns all around us. Don't tell me you guys didn't know he was batty, that you really believed all that stuff he was spouting all the time!" dead." "How could he see any difference in those four stars?" Russell said, louder. " Shhhh ," said Alvar. It was quiet. How could it be so quiet, Russell decide what to do." And Alvar said, "Guess he was crazy all right, and I guess we trusted him because we didn't have the strength to make up our own minds. Why Sweat ran down Russell's face. His voice trembled. "No—that's wrong. You're both wrong." He could see himself going it alone. Going crazy because he was alone. He'd have broken away, gone his own direction, long ago but for that fear. "How can we tell which of us is right?" Alvar said. "It's like all the time. Jezebel stars, the old man said." "I know I'm right," Russell pleaded. "My hunches always been right. time ... just wake up enough times to give himself another boost with the old life-gun." can come and help the other two...." "No ... God no...." Russell whispered over and over. "None of us can ever make it alone...." Alvar said, "We each take the star he likes best. I'll go back the other way. Russ, you take the left. And you, Johnson, go to the right." Johnson started to laugh. Russell was yelling wildly at them, and above his own yelling he could hear Johnson's rising laughter. "Every guy's got a star of his own," Johnson said when he stopped laughing. sun." Now Russell wasn't saying anything. "And the old man," Alvar said, "can keep right on going toward what he thought was right. And he'll keep on going. Course he won't be able to give himself another boost with the life-gun, but he'll keep going. old Dunbar? Even less than to us, I guess. He's dead and he won't "Ready, Russ?" Russell couldn't say anything. He stared at the endless void which now he would share with no one. Not even crazy old Dunbar. "All right," Johnson said. "Good-bye." Russell felt the release, felt the sudden inexplicable isolation and aloneness even before Alvar and Johnson used their life-guns and shot out of sight, Johnson toward the left and Alvar back toward that other And old Dunbar shooting right on ahead. And all three of them dwindling and dwindling and blinking out like little lights. Fading, he could hear their voices. "Each to his own star," Johnson said. "On a bee line." "On a bee line," Alvar said. Russell used his own life-gun and in a little while he didn't hear Alvar or Johnson's voices, nor could he see them. They were thousands of miles away, and going further all the time. to his stature, and he will rest here among the brave. "Let the women dance and the music play for this old man. Let the trumpets speak, and the rockets fly up. And let flowers be strewn over the path above which the women will carry him to rest."

<question>:
Which of these is the best representation of the connection between Old Dunbar and the rest of the crew?

<options>:
A He tagged along when they escaped their previous situation
B They are all former members of the military on equal footing
C He led the group out of their previous lives
D He thinks he is in charge but does not call any of the shots in reality

<answer>:

C