Thornton continued with his daily activities, as if the world had stagnated and was now repeating its patterns for all eternity. Complaining workers, broken machines, the Union, accidents, everything was the same. However, inside his mind, the chaos and the noise was worse than on the outside. He could not focus on his daily business. Not only because of the threat of strike or the perspective of a crisis, but also for the loss of his heart, which was now in London, in a grand house, sitting by a needlework table, resting her head on her hands.
After leaving Milton, everything changed for Margaret. The sky was brighter, the plants were greener, the air was cleaner. The noise and haste were changed for laughter and freshness. However, inside her mind, dark clouds were gathered, and headaches were now her friends. Not only because of the the amount of death she had seen, but also for the loss of her heart, which was now in Milton, in a factory office, sitting by a wooden table, resting his head on his hands.