 Where was the Quest III coming home from?
In the last hours the star ahead had grown brighter by many magnitudes, and had changed its color from a dazzling blue through white to the normal yellow, of a GO sun. But now unwonted excitement possessed the hundred-odd members of the Quest III's crew. For the Quest III was coming home; the sun ahead was the Sun, whose rays had warmed their lives' beginning. He had already set up on the calculator a course that would carry them to Earth. As the Quest III's fuel stores and the hope of success in man's mightiest venture had dwindled, so the strength had gone out of him. Weeks and months had passed for the Quest III in interstellar flight while years and decades had raced by on the home world. It was one he had made shortly after leaving Procyon, end of the first leg of the trip. "One light-day out from Procyon, the thirty-third day by ship's time since leaving Earth. If success comes there, a century will have passed before we can return to Earth; friends, relatives, all the generation that launched the Quest ships will be long since dead. "We face the unpleasant realization that what was feared is probably true—that worlds such as the Sun's are a rare accident, and that we may complete our search without finding even one new Earth. This may be man's last chance of escaping his pitiful limitation to one world in all the Universe.
 An expedition
 A dying star  Procyon  Capella  An expedition