A silent Ms Scarlet held up the intertitle card with a self-satisfied grin. Having flirted with the idea of becoming entirely text based and giving up speech forever, she had gone out on a few dates with it, made a deep connection, and then eloped, with the marriage ceremony held at the Grade II listed telephone box in Mogwash.
After an interminable amount of time - at least eight or nine seconds - Ms Scarlet's grin had regressed to a scowl. Why wasn't anyone taking any notice of her very clever, and painstakingly crafted card?! Fortunately, she had prepared for this eventuality - as unlikely as she thought it would be - and held up another card: