Coconut Grove for you, it's been so long

After the crunch of sand, there was only silence. Even the distant crashing of waves further north was blocked out; he sat there against the trunk of the tree and baked in the sun. The warmth was minimal - either because he lacked function, being an inhabitant of the body that carried him, or because the sunlight wasn't all that strong - but it was enough to bring a vague sense of comfort.

Then, a voice. It was static in Screech's ears, but the concerned tone made Screech's ears pivot, and the stranger lifted his attention - and the vessel - to meet their gaze, eye-to-eye. There was no familiarity and no verbal response, just a glazed expression. But the stranger noticed a faint scent upon the distant stranger as soon as the sea wind shifted direction, and there was a flash — a memory —

She only smiled with her eyes, and in a clear voice called out to him, Come, please, and he found he could not move. She tried again, slipping to her feet and dancing backwards, as if her fluid movements would entice him; he felt the need to stand, but still could not — Come home, she whispered, soft and wanting but not desperately so.

from here

But the stranger he looked upon wasn't the dainty, black-furred, spirited girl from before. This was someone new; someone that caused Screech's eye to focus, and his mouth to drop open with a small whine — trying desperately to speak, but failing.