Professor Wilson arrived at Prison Island aboard a Quinjet. Ethan Hunt and his sidekick, Long-Neck Benji, had come with him.
But to Alvin, Benji looked a little rough...
He and Ethan Hunt had fallen into the sea from a height of 30,000 feet and survived, but the thick restraints around him and his huge white eyes, with no visible pupils, showed that he was in bad shape.
Alvin helped Professor Wilson carry a large case off the plane. As he passed Ethan Hunt, he twitched his nose...
Frowning, he glanced at Ethan Hunt's heavy expression. Then, holding the large case, he looked at Ethan as he supported Benji and said, "Buddy, go find somewhere to rest for a while. You look awful, too!
"Seriously, you smell terrible. How many days has it been since you showered?"
Supporting Benji, Ethan Hunt trudged toward the Prison Hotel. "I don't know. I can't really tell.
"I don't want to rest right now. Benji's condition is all my fault.
"If I can't find a way to save him, I won't be able to close my eyes."
As he spoke, Ethan Hunt looked down at his clothes, which were still reasonably presentable. He gave Alvin a bitter smile and said, "As for the bad smell...
"I don't notice anything. I showered this morning!"
Alvin didn't say anything else. What he'd smelled wasn't exactly a stench, either. It was an unpleasant, indescribable odor, more like the scent Hela had carried the first time they met.
Seeing the handsome Ethan Hunt looking so dejected, Alvin shook his head sympathetically and stopped saying things that might upset him.
The guy wasn't exactly fearless—he tended to wet himself whenever he saw Church—but overall, aside from being too handsome, he was a reliable fellow.
Once they were in the lounge,