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

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ought to be getting on to the Pschorrbräu tent." "Maybe we ought to eat something first," I said. "I'm beginning to feel Unfortunately , there was only Arth closed his eyes in pain. "Vegetarian," he said. "Couldn't possibly eat meat. Barbarous. Ugh." and though he didn't want to ... nevertheless he did.... "Well, we need some nourishment," one thing he could bring back feel awful," Simon told her. He sat down at his desk, passed his tongue over his teeth in distaste, groaned, fumbled in a drawer for the aspirin bottle. Somehow we'd evidently navigated from one tent to another. "Providence," Simon told her hotel?" from the wonderful future ... daylight. Bright, glaring, awful daylight. I was sprawled, complete with clothes, on one of twin beds. On the other bed, also completely clothed, that appealed to you." "Hm-m-m. I didn't know most was Arth. That sun was too much. I stumbled sleuthing amounted to snooping around department stores to check on took this job you said it was the romance the clerks knocking down." up from the bed, staggered to the window and fumbled around for a blind or curtain. There was none. this. We could get some of that barbecued couldn't stand the light. "Where's the shade," I moaned. "That's quite a gadget," I groaned. "If I didn't feel so lousy, I'd Simon said unenthusiastically, appreciate it." the bed holding his bald head in his hands. "I remember now," he sorrowed. "You didn't have a hotel. What a stupidity. I'll be phased. Phased all the way down." Simon said nothing. Across the place. All I've got is a hangover, not lice." Simon continued to say nothing she None was forthcoming. There ought to be some very quick, positive, "Confound it if I know," the little fellow growled. "How?" each other's health. My head was killing me. "This is where I came in, or something," I Something, somewhere, was wrong. But I didn't care. I finished my and then remembered. "I've got to get my bag. Oh, my head. Where did we spend last night?" "Some," Betty admitted. cautious, "At my hotel, don't you remember?" feel him watching after me as I pushed through the tables on the way out. no good. There were no hotel rooms Simon seemed incapable of carrying travelers." fact that they'd somehow managed to lose my bag didn't help. I worked don't we ever meet such travelers?" Simon put in a word. "The usual on that project for at least a couple future has developed time travel why track to be altered. If, say, a time traveler returned to a period of then all subsequent history would be changed. In that case, the time traveler himself might never be born. They especially accompanied by a blockbusting hangover. I didn't get anywhere tearing my have to tread mighty carefully." Simon shrugged and fumbled hair and complaining from one end their perch, bug-eyed Simon, but then was fouled up, some clerk's error, evidently. The trip back was as uninteresting as the one over. As the hangover began to wear off—a little—I was almost sorry I hadn't been able to stay. If I'd only been able to get a room I would have stayed, I told myself. to the other. Now she said, plaintively, "But where are you going to find one of these characters—especially if they're interested in keeping hid?" From Idlewild, I came directly to found Mr. Oyster sitting in the chair he had been occupying four—or was it five—days before when I'd left. I'd lost track of the time. , that's where they'd be!" He seemed elated. you came for? Impatient to hear if I'd had any results?" My mind was Oktoberfest had already left." "You'll miss your plane," Betty said. the calendar. Mr. Oyster was saying something to the effect that if I didn't leave today, it would have to be tomorrow, that he hadn't ponied up that thousand dollars advance for anything less than immediate service. Stuffing his receipt in his wallet, he fussed of liters of beer are put away, hundreds of thousands of barbecued chickens, a small herd of oxen are sausage, millions upon millions of pretzels—" who didn't know exactly how to wear his clothes correctly, or was off the ordinary in any of a dozen other ways, wouldn't be noticed. You could be a four-armed space traveler from the contents and winced at the pathetic remains of the thousand. Mars, and you still wouldn't be conspicuous Simon shrugged, put one hand to of Dionysus, or one of Alexander's orgies. You wouldn't want to wander up and down the streets of, say, his forehead and said, "That's only the first chapter. There are two particularly when you might be revealed as a suspicious character not more." "I'm not interested in more," Mr. Athens while nothing was going on, you'd have to stick to some great event, both for the sake of actual interest and for protection against being unmasked." The old boy wound it up. "Well, week there and—" Simon was shaking his head. "Not interested." take his money and enjoy that vacation you've been yearning about." "I did," Simon groaned. "Three times." "I keep telling you," Simon said bitterly, "I went back there three times. There were hundreds of them. Probably thousands." He took a deep breath. "Listen, we're just going to have to forget about it. They're not something comes up that looks like it might result in the track being "Out of the question," Simon the beginning and let things start—for "But why you—all over again. They just "Just for laughs," Simon told the two of them sourly, "suppose I tell you a funny story. It goes like this:" Why this is the biggest thing— Why can't allow anything to come back Simon said wearily, "There's just I hustled back to the apartment and packed a bag. Hell, I'd wanted a vacation anyway, this was a natural. On one on top of the other, and another on top of that!" He shuddered. "If you think I'm going to take another crack at this hours to get to Gander from Idlewild. hangover on the three I'm already nursing, all at once, you can think again." hours from Gander to Shannon and I spent that time dreaming up material I spent the time planning the fun I was going to have. I could put into my reports to merry-go-round and pile a fourth bag, told me they'd do what they could, and to report back in a few hours. I had another suspicious twinge. that Mr. Oyster mentioned. Each tent six to ten thousands pack themselves in, competing for room. In the center darted about the tables with quart sized earthenware mugs, platters of chicken, sausage, kraut and pretzels. I found a place finally at a table which had space for twenty-odd beer bibbers. Odd is right. As weird an tourists as could have been dreamed up, ranging from a seventy- or across the table from me. A desperate waitress bearing six mugs of beer in each hand scurried past. They call them or two apiece later he looked carefully at the name engraved on didn't seem to hang together very well. "My pilgrimage," he told me. "All I'll never make it." I finished my "I'm still fresh—comparatively. I'll navigate you around. There are find two seats. The band was blaring, and five

<question>:
Why is the lack of hotel space important for Simon's story?

<options>:
A It made him cut his trip short without finding any time travelers.
B Simon would have to learn how to time travel in order to keep his bag from being stolen.
C It set the stage for him to encounter an alien's home for himself.
D It meant he would find a number of unsavory characters as he tried to find somewhere to sleep.

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C