 What most likely happened to Russell after the story ended?
How could they believe in his choice when every star in this forsaken section of space was surrounded by a beckoning red rim? Russell didn't think they could remain sane in all this blackness much longer. After the wreck, the four of them had floated a while, floated and drifted together, four men in bulbous pressure suits like small individual rockets, held together by an awful pressing need for each other and by the "gravity-rope" beam. Four men, thought Russell, held together by an invisible string of gravity, plunging through a lost pocket of hell's dark where there had 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. But Russell knew it and he'd admitted it from the first—that old Dunbar was as crazy as a Jovian juke-bird. Russell had no idea now how long the four of them had been plunging toward the red-rimmed sun that never seemed to get any nearer. All Russell knew was that they were millions of light years from any place he had ever heard about, where the galactic space lanterns had absolutely no recognizable pattern. When the four of them had escaped from that prison colony on a sizzling hot asteroid rock in the Ronlwhyn system, that wasn't enough for Dunbar. "You're still sure it's the sun up ahead ...
 He likely died floating in space
 His body would be preserved in a museum  He found somewhere to settle and managed to live out the rest of his life  He would die once he tried to land on the planet  He likely died floating in space