# Chapter 27: Study Hall
The impossible had become routine.
Isabella could navigate the station's rotating sections without getting disoriented. She knew which corridors were fastest between Engineering Systems and Tactical Theory. She'd memorized the meal schedule, the Beacon Walk timing, the exact moment when the observation decks emptied before curfew. Six weeks into the term, Primori had stopped feeling like a place she was visiting and started feeling like a place she lived.
The nightly study sessions had been Kevin's idea.
"Look," he'd said during their second week, when they were all drowning in coursework and sleep deprivation, "we're going to fail separately or survive together. I vote for survival."
So they'd claimed a corner table in the second-floor study hall—the one with
