OKAY, b/c no one else has said it yet- Dovey, the world you're in is pretty dangerous for you right now. There are... let's call them monsters, covered in black goop like you, but instead of being able to talk and think for themselves, they're being puppeted by something else. Some of them tried to hurt you real bad before, and I'd bet that's why you're having memory issues. I know this message'll prolly freak you out some, but its better if you're cautious rather than caught off guard.
He blinks a few times, before his eyes trail down to the floor.
[ Ah, well.. That's.. That's certainly.. a lot. I've got some catching up to do, then. ]
Dovey slides off of the countertop and steps over to a broken back door leading to the outside. Much like the window the sky appeared the same. It felt familliar, yet he couldn't tell why that was. The grass and plants appeared to be growing wild outside, gently blowing in the midnight breeze. Dovey gently presses his hand to the glass, observing what felt like a scene he hadn't seen in decades.
[ If being in danger is what it takes to see more things like this, then.. I'd be willing to take that risk. ]
He turns to you, an intent look on his face.
[ I may not remember anything, but.. I can take care of myself. I'm clearly not able to get hurt - since I have no blood, or, well.. anything other than this.. goo making up my body. If someone like that sees me I doubt that they would attack, let alone hurt me. ]