“Nothing around those other suns but ashes and dried blood, ” old Dunbar told the space-wrecked, desperate men. “Only one way to go, where we can float down through the clouds to Paradise. That’s straight ahead to the sun with the red rim around it. ” But Dunbar’s eyes were old and uncertain. How could they believe in his choice when every star in this forsaken section of space was surrounded by a beckoning red rim?