Alternate ending
Scrooge awakes half off his bed as he realizes he just had the worst dream. Slowly pushing himself up-right he sighs, starts thinking about each Ghost he witnessed within his dream. It was truly terrifying but he couldn't bring himself to believe any of it was real. Sliding on his slippers he got up and put his robe on then lollygagged his way to the kitchen cooking himself up a hot bowl of oat-meal, then walked to his living room, sitting comfortably on his chair near the fireplace which was strangely still going.
Scrooge kept thinking about Little Timmy, but could not find the pity for him. It wasn't his fault Timmy was sick, it wasn't his fault Bob Cratchit and his family couldn't afford to heal Little Timmy.
His no-good-for-nothing nephew was probably making fun of him at this moment, which meant he should punish him next time he saw him. He was tired of everyone judging him just because he was doing his job right. It was his life, he deserved this. But he missed Jacob Marley, he really did. Jacob was his comrade, was his best friend, his business partner, but all he felt was depression, remorse, all he could do was feel sad and so angry each time this time of year came along. His best friend, his only best friend is dead, he knew that much.
Scrooge went on with his life, continued to do what he did before. Treated people like they were objects in the way, he grew very old and weary, unable to continue his business in Banking any longer. So he did the only thing good, he let it go. He gave his business to his Nephew, who then turned into the very person Scrooge knew he, himself could never be. A gentle, caring, unselfish, person.
Scrooge learned later on as he read the news paper that Little Timmy was now dead. That was when he felt the remorse grow larger then It had ever been before. Stumbling out the door with his cane he walked to the Cratchit's house, still in his robe and slippers, knocking on the door. He waited. The door opened and he cried, tears pouring down his wrinkled cheeks he apologized then turned away leaving Bob Cratchit with a shocked look on his face as he watched Scrooge go. He was never heard from again after that night, people assumed he died in his own house, but no one went in to see if the rumors were true, therefore people went on with their lives, knowing There was no longer anymore troubles, bank-wise. The end.