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ACT IV It is a rainy night. The scene is set in a graveyard, somewhere in Norway. A young lady, Nora, is seen kneeling in front of a grave. On closer observation she is weeping. Nora: Father, O Father, I need your help. Now more than ever! Your guidance was the sole support in my life and I need it most now. That man has abandoned me, like a cur on the street. I know not what to do! A tall man approaches, and puts a coat around her shoulders. Man: Such a fair lady shouldn’t be soaking in the rain like this. What is your name? Nora (flinging off the coat): No, I shall never seek assistance from one of you backstabbing fiends again!
Begone! Man (backing away): I know not what has occurred, but please let me be of some small assistance. You shall not find me unpleasant; at least, I hope so. Nora: I’m sorry, but in my eyes your whole species bears a likeness to that horrible man! I cannot converse with men any longer, lest their putrid stench clings to me forever… Man: I see some vile man has wronged you, but I shan’t lay a finger on you, I promise. Nora: It is not so simple. Unless I exorcise these demons that exist in my mind, I shall never trust men again! Man: All right, but you cannot do it by yourself in that state. Women are powerless in this day and age.
I will aid you in this quest of yours. Nora: Yes, it is true that I am powerless. But will you aid me in killing a man? My own husband nonetheless? Man: Your – your husband! But why?! Is the one who wronged you? Nora: Yes, casting me out on the street after telling me for years how much he loved me. Stealing my children from me. Like I was nothing more than a doll to him, an item of amusement. Man: This sounds horrible. My name is Ivor Blomqvist. I shall help you get your justice. He shall be taught his lesson. He will pay, in blood! Nora: I thank you for your assistance, kind sir. I hope we can form a formidable partnership.
Ivor: Well, I shall help you to my cottage and we shall plan our conquest, like the Vikings of old. Nora: Yes! Pray let us go, lest my fingers become frostbitten. Ivor: Hurry then, it is this way. A small cottage on the outskirts of the city. A fire is burning and Nora & Ivor are warming themselves. Nora: I don’t know why, but I feel that I can trust you. Have I met you before, Ivor? You seem familiar. Ivor: I believe otherwise, Nora. This is the first time we are speaking to each other. Nora: Is it really so? Well I have found a very good companion during my travels. And not sore on the eyes, either! (mischievously)
Ivor: Well, a sight of you can cheer any man’s heart, Nora, but not mine, I fear. You have a bone to pick with men, and similarly I have had my run-ins with women. I will aid you, nothing more. Nora (visibly startled): Well, let us go to sleep then. (Nora lays down on the bed, immediately falling asleep. Ivor cleans up and sleeps on a mat on the floor) Ivor (turning to the sleeping Nora): Good night Nora, my sweet. Scene changes to the original town. Nora and Ivor are outside Torvald’s house, in disguise. It is snowing. It is dark outside. Nora: This is it, are you ready Ivor? The nanny and maid leave at 10.
Thank goodness I still have my house key. Ivor: Then at 10 we shall strike. Nora: Shhh! Here they come. Turn away… Ah yes, they’ve gone. Now is the time. I’ll get the children and you… take care of Helmer. Ivor: So Mr. Torvald’s time has finally come. And I shall be the grim reaper. Nora: Let us go. (They sneak up to the steps. ) Nora: My children! Shhh! Quiet. Come with me, quickly. Torvald (walking in): Nora! Have you decided to come back! Thank goodness! I – (Ivor sneaks up behind him and strangles him to death. Nora covers her children’s eyes) Nora: Quickly, we must leave! To our new home! Ivor: Yes, you must go!
May happiness never leave you Nora! Nora: Will you not come with us? Ivor: Nay. The police will soon be on my scent. I must not jeopardize your freedom. Nora: But, I will be so lonely. And I need a husband, and the children a father, if you will have us. Ivor: Nora, there is something I must tell you. Even though we have never spoken to each other before, our eyes have met. I am your mother’s son, born out of wedlock. Your bastard brother. Your father hated me, but when mother died he had the heart to adopt me nevertheless. I have done what I could to bring happiness into my beloved sister’s life, as payback for his noble deed.
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Take the cottage, it is rightfully yours. There is a tidy sum hidden away in the locker. If we should ever meet again, may it be a more peaceful time. I shan’t linger any longer. Goodbye, sweet sister. (Ivor runs away) Nora: Another man has made a place in my heart, only to leave it vacant. But I have my children to live for now, and who else will raise them. They may be fatherless, but there will be no lack of parenting. Come, children, we must go. To a new home and a better life, free from the oppression of men. (That’s All Folks) Shrujan
Author: Brandon Johnson
Alternate Ending to a Doll’s House
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Jonas hugged Gabriel and rubbed him briskly, warming him to keep him alive. The wind was bitterly cold, the snow swirled, blurring his vision. But somewhere ahead, through the blinding storm he knew there was warmth and light.
Jonas stumbled through the newly fallen snow that soaked through his shoes and stung his feet as he walked. He tucked Gabe inside his coat in an effort to shield his tiny face from the cold air and bitter wind which bit his cheeks as he forced his weight against it.
“We’ll be okay Gabe” Jonas reassured him, not being entirely positive of who needed more convincing, himself or Gabriel. “Not much further now”.
Finally they reached the top of the hill and looked at the land ahead. It was too much. There wasn’t a house or a clear road or any sort of shelter in sight aside from the forests, with their trees barren of leaves that surrounded him. Jonas collapsed. He could go no further. He could never cover the distance ahead of him as weak as he was. “I’m sorry Gabe,” he muttered through sobs. “I’m so sorry please forgive me Gabe, please, please.” He cradled Gabe’s warm little body against his own and thought about what it would be like to die here. How painful would it be to freeze to death, to starve? Suddenly he understood why they released the sick, because at the moment death seemed a lot more desirable than this agony.
Swollen with emotions, Jonas tried to blink away the sadness that blurred his vision. Jonas recalled one of his last fading memories of what he now knew was Christmas and shared it with Gabriel. He remembered the warmth of the fire and how powerful it would feel to control something so dangerous. He recalled the infectious joy of the children as they anxiously waited to open their next gift. He also saw a man and a woman sitting close together on the sofa who he understood were a couple. They smiled at each other and the feelings that passed between them could only be described as love. Jonas thought of Fiona and couldn’t help but think that if he could see her again, they could be like that.
Suddenly the humming of propellers drew Jonas out of his memory. He looked up to see two men spilling out of the cockpit of a helicopter hovering above him. “It’s over” he said with resignation in his voice. “I’m sorry Gabriel. I failed.” The snowfall was too thick for him to recognize the faces of the two men moving towards him but he could clearly see that the search helicopter was from his community. The searchers had found him and now what? What would become of Gabriel? Would the Giver be chastised and blamed for what he did? Would they all be released? Besides that, all Jonas could think about was whether or not the memories had returned to the people and how it would alter their decisions. “No” Jonas thought. “I haven’t travelled far enough”. Jonas closed his eyes, ready to face whatever punishment that would come to him. He held Gabriel tightly to his chest but despite his best efforts, he was ripped out of his arms. Gabriel started crying then, the kind of crying that really tugged on the heart strings and made you want to cry too.
There were no words exchanged. Instead Jonas clutched his knees to his chest and kept his eyes shut. Someone pulled up his sleeve and he felt the sting of a needle enter his arm. It was probably the death potion. His mind started to wander and before he blacked out he noticed that Gabriel stopped crying and thought the heard one of the two men make a comment that Gabe had,
“Lovely blue eyes.”
Jonas awoke in a strange room with white walls and marble flooring. He was in a twin-sized bed with white flannel sheets and had an IV sticking into his right arm that seemed to be connected to some kind of monitoring system. “I’m in the hospital”, Jonas realized, shocked. He didn’t understand why he had to be brought to the hospital to be released. Maybe it was easier to get rid of his body that way. Jonas wondered if Gabe was safe. He hoped they would spare him. If only he had the chance to say goodbye to his family, the giver, Asher and especially Fiona.
Jonas heard heavy footsteps outside the room. The footsteps came to a halt in the doorway.
“He has only just woken up sir. I strongly suggest that you give him more time to recover before interrogating him,” said a high pitched voice who Jonas assumed was his nurse. There was a long pause in the conversation so the owner of the heavy footsteps must have been making an effort to keep his voice down low. “Yes sir I understand how relevant it is that things are explained to him. I’ll give you some time.” Jonas listened as the nurse and her high heels clicked out of the room and down the hallway, shutting the door behind her.
“Come to interrogate me?” Jonas said spitefully to whoever had taken the place of the nurse.
“No, but I have come to congratulate you.” Jonas looked up as the man came to sit beside his bed and stared at him with deep recognition. It was the Giver. Jonas remembered what the man had said about Gabriel then.
“Lovely blue eyes.” The searcher could see color and that meant that their plan had worked. The community had their memories back. Jonas was speechless and frozen in shock so he let the Giver do the talking.
“You won’t be released if that’s what you’re thinking. Our plan worked and I can’t tell you enough how grateful and proud I am of you. It was chaos at first. Everyone panicked but they have had a couple of days to cope with the memories now and they’ve just started to alter our rules. I now understand why you left before we were ready. I knew that you must have taken Gabriel as soon as I found out that he was missing and in case you’re wondering, he’s fine. You’re family has volunteered to adopt him.” The giver stopped to catch his breath. There was a lot for Jonas to catch up on.
“Why am I here then?” Jonas asked, referring to the hospital and anxious to start helping the community like the Giver had been doing while he was away.
“You’re being treated for hypothermia Jonas,” the Giver informed him. “You weren’t in very good condition when the searchers found you but you’ll be ready to leave soon, don’t worry, and Jonas, thank you.”
Jonas couldn’t find words. He reached across the bed and pulled the Giver into a bear hug. The Giver hugged Jonas back even tighter. He hadn’t felt comfort like this since he left the community. Maybe children wouldn’t need comfort objects now that they had love. This whole thing felt like a vivid dream to Jonas. What he had accomplished was unbelievable. Things would be different now that the community knew the truth, Jonas could feel it. Things would be better now.