"Glomgold will not be a third wheel!" he yelled. Glomgold began to throw his shovel at the hanging rock above. Goldie's eyes widened in shock. It was about to fall down, and on top of Scrooge.
Yes they had a rough history together. She sold him to Portuguese pirates, left him alone in the Gobi Desert and the worst of all, left him for dead in the glacier all those years ago. All because of adventure and gold.
"You loved gold," he said. "More than you loved me."
She remembered his words. She loved gold of course because it was valuable but so was Scrooge himself.
Tears sprung to her eyes as she remembered. She was hit back to reality as the rock began to fall where he was. She had to do something.
"Scrooge!" she yelled as she pushed Scrooge away from the debris and rock falling down. He gasped as he saw her tumble down and into the lagoon. He had her necklace which contained the and eye which made her impervious to burns...and she didn't have it.
"Goldie!" he yelled, trying to reach out for her. She fell into the lagoon as her hand was reaching out for someone. And that someone was him.
He began to take off his hat and mourn the no... His loss.
Sure she was a troublemaker but she didn't have to go this way. She didn't have to leave this world. Not to leave him...
"Goldie," he whispered as tears began to stream down his face. He looked up to see Glomgold, with a smirk of triumph on his face.
That no good, greedy Scott! He ain't no Scott after what he did to me Gol... He put his head down, only to see Glomgold push down more rock in front of the exit, sealing Scrooge and Goldie inside.
"Come on she got a be here!" he said as he tried to look through the lagoon, hoping to find a small trace of Goldie anywhere.
After restless searching, a small trace of golden hair began to come up as so did a face Scrooge recognize.
"Goldie?" he said. He began to go into the lagoon. He hissed as he felt it burn into his legs but he didn't even care. He grabbed her arms as he dragged her to the dirt ground.
He began to look at her from being in the lagoon. She was badly burnt to a crisp. The ends of her hair was frizzled and fried. Her beautiful face suffered many degrees of burns and as Scrooge began to check for a pulse, there was none. Goldie O'Gilt was dead.
Scrooge's eyes began to tear up again once more as he began to clench his teeth and her body in agony. He can't take in. Not anymore. He will stay with her and this time, forever and good.