Callum stood with his mom on the platform, his heart was pounding and he wasn't sure if he could do this. He was holding her hand for support, feeling like he was going to have an anxiety attack. He had basically lived at the therapist's office these past few weeks, and was nervous that all their work would be for nothing. "M-Mum, I don't know if I can do this," He told her, his voice was quiet and soft since he hadn't been using it much lately. He had become almost mute since the incident with Marriot, and his vocal cords were weak.