question:  Why does Thaddeus Funston smile at the sight of the demolished arts and crafts building?
context: Illustrated by Freas Miss Abercrombie, the manual therapist patted the old man on the shoulder. Miss Abercrombie smoothed her smock down over trim hips and surveyed the other patients working at the long tables in the hospital's arts and crafts shop. Two muscular and bored attendants in spotless whites, lounged beside the locked door and chatted idly about the Dodgers' prospects for the pennant. Through the barred windows of the workshop, rolling green hills were seen, their tree-studded flanks making a pleasant setting for the mental institution. The crafts building was a good mile away from the main buildings of the hospital and the hills blocked the view of the austere complex of buildings that housed the main wards. She stopped behind a frowning, intense patient, rapidly shaping blobs of clay into odd-sized strips and forms. As he finished each piece, he carefully placed it into a hollow shell hemisphere of clay. Thaddeus Funston continued to mold the clay bits and put them in place. "Why that's very good, Mr. Funston. At the clay table, Funston feverishly fabricated the last odd-shaped bit of clay and slapped it into place. With a furtive glance around him, he clapped the other half of the clay sphere over the filled hemisphere and then stood up. At the clay table, she carefully lifted the top half of the clay ball and stared thoughtfully at the jumbled maze of clay strips laced through the lower hemisphere. As she drove out of the hospital grounds, Thaddeus Funston stood at the barred window of his locked ward and stared vacantly over the hills towards the craft shop. He stood there unmoving until a ward attendant came and took his arm an hour later to lead him off to the patients' mess hall. The sun set, darkness fell over the stilled hospital grounds and the ward lights winked out at nine o'clock, leaving just a single light burning in each ward office. At 3:01 a.m., Thaddeus Funston stirred in his sleep and awakened. Funston turned to the window and stared out across the black hills that sheltered the deserted crafts building.
output:  His self-constructed clay atom bomb was effectively detonated
options:  His prophecy of an alien invasion was fulfilled  He is gleeful at the idea of part of the mental hospital being destroyed  His self-constructed clay atom bomb was effectively detonated  He knows the explosion will distract the hospital staff and give him an opportunity to escape