 What is Russell's greatest fear?
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. 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. 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 more for claiming he knew when he didn't, for his drooling optimism—because he was taking them on into deeper darkness and calling their destination Paradise. No one for God only knew how many of millions of light years away could see or care. "You're still sure it's the sun up ahead ... "Paradise is it," Russell whispered hoarsely. The second planet from that red-rimmed sun.
 Being lost and alone
 Being disappointed  Losing his mind  Being lost and alone  Living forever