Scrooge let the familiar fly off as he headed towards the village. He only stopped once on the path there, and that was to bend over and retch out the awful feelings of effectively murdering an innocent soul.

Maybe it didn't matter to the De Spells and their familiar, but it mattered to him. Particularly when he remembered how she'd reached out towards him and he'd seen a glimpse of how she'd looked when she was alive.

What did he expect though? Not everyone could see the dead like him.