Emma Alternate Ending

Emma Just as Mr. Woodhouse had predicted, the air was chilling. Mr. John Knightley made an enthusiastic comment, “By God, Mr. Woodhouse! Snow is falling upon us tonight.”
“Ahh! of course I was right.” Mr Woodhouse turned to Mr. George Knightley and looked him up and down, “Did I not warn you to dress warm, my son? Why, you look half dressed? Have you looked this way all night?! You look to be in costume for a circus!”
Mr. George Knightley, assisted by Mr. Weston loaded Mr. Woodhouse into his limousine; who laughed hysterically at his own comment. Mr. George Knightley stood by the door as his juvenile younger brother, Mr. John Knightley, helped himself inside, uninvited. Then, to be followed by his wife and daughter, Isabella. With just
Knightley smirked at this, knowing she can take care of herself, however, still in worry he watched her set off into the car as Mr Elton stood in his form, looking as dull-witted as Emma had
A scene replayed continuously in her head. Mentally her mind, raced. The way he was more concerned about herself having a good night than Harriet? The overabundance of ‘you okay’s?’ She kicks herself, How didn’t I know? I should have realised earlier… Awkward silence filled the atmosphere within the car. Emma knew she had to break this silence soon than later otherwise the ride home would have felt like forever. Whilst she looked out her window she decided to make a comment upon the weather to begin a conversation, “The snow is rather heavy tonight, don’t you think so Mr. Elton?”. There was a long pause. “Mr Elton?” she asked again, turning around to face him. He paid no attention to what he said but instead looked her up and down. Misreading the eye contact she made with him he pounced on her, like a predator capturing prey. Rather fiercely, she struggled to push him off of her. His drunken body continuously collapsed upon her. Although, as the car drove around another corner, she had the ability to this time push him completely off. “What is your problem!”, he raged. Shaking her head at him she knew accepting his offer of a ride home was the wrong thing to