THEIR relationship was two months old by the time Liz received her first written correspondence (text messages aside) from Marty. In hindsight, that was fortunate, for Liz had enjoyed a time of blissful ignorance before the arrival of that birthday card, which opened with ‘Your to wonderful for words, Liz’. Naturally, Liz gave him the benefit of the doubt. However, as she read on (‘I don’t want to loose you, L, you make the star’s shine brighter than ever’), she was overcome with a sinking feeling, one given expression by her marking Marty’s card with the reddest of pens.