Nope, easy trip.

It doesn’t take long for you to navigate your way back, and at this time of night most people, while still awake, are paying little attention to what’s going on in the street outside. As such you don’t actually meet anyone on the way either, though you steer clear of Shano’s, he’s usually throwing some sort of party much to the ire of his neighbors. And while you are starting to get around to thinking about what life holds in store for this new body of yours, you don’t think the best way to figure it out would be to walk into a house full of drunken guys dressed and looking as you do.
As you reach the front door of your place, you trot up to the front door and suddenly remember that you locked it on the way out. Groaning inwardly, you wonder if you should have picked up your keys from your body along with your bank card, but shudder at the thought. Especially seeing as your body probably just blew up.

You go around the back, picking out the spare key to the back door and let yourself in, walking through the eerily quiet house. You’re fairly sure that the alien feeling that the house now gives off is just something in your head, but nevertheless you keep quiet. Walking through a dead person’s home is something that’s always unnerved you, even more so now that the dead person (or people) happens to include you.

You turn into your room and turn on the light, collapsing into your PC chair. Gods… what the hell are you going to do?