 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? There was just blackness, frosty glimmering terrible blackness, going out and out forever in all directions. 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. Maybe Johnson, second in line, and Alvar who was third, knew too, but were afraid to admit it. 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. Sometimes Russell thought of other things besides his growing hatred of the old man. 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. And was, because of that, the richest treasure of all. 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 ... "That's the only one—and it's a paradise. "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. "But the sun on our left, you can see—it's got a red rim too now," Russell said. The second planet from that red-rimmed sun. You mean to tell us there are people living by that red-rimmed sun," Russell said. Russell screamed at Dunbar, then quieted down.
 Being lost and alone
 Being disappointed  Losing his mind  Being lost and alone  Living forever