 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. 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. 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. no—Dunbar had to start talking about a place they could go where they'd never be apprehended, in a system no one else had ever heard of, where they could live like gods on a green soft world like the Earth had been a long time back. 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 ... "Nothing on these other worlds but ashes ... just ashes and iron and dried blood, dried a million years or more." "Paradise is it," Russell whispered hoarsely. If it's got air we can breath, and water we can drink and shade we can rest in—that'll be paradise enough for us. The second planet from that red-rimmed sun.
 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