 He'd spent the morning fixing a machine that had broken down the night before. Just as he was wiping his hands on a rag, he'd felt a tap on his shoulder, just as he had at the end of his first week. He'd expected to turn around and see old man Peter, but instead it was his son. He took him out for lunch at a pub on the nearby housing estate. They had little to say to one another. When they returned to the factory, he received a presentation for his service.