You decide that the best thing to do is return to where you switched bodies, and try to straighten things out with the current occupant of your body. You drive slowly, looking for the next right turn, intending to circle around the block and return to where all of this started.
Almost immediately your plan goes awry. Thanks to urban sprawl, the next right is nearly a mile away. Then, thanks to "artistic" city planners, you get lost in a sub-division of traffic circles, dead end streets, cul-du-sacs, and streets laid out like spaghetti strands thrown against a wall. Nearly an hour later, you finally pull back into the store's parking lot... only to find a slowly dispersing crowd.
Lowering the expensive car's window, you call out to a middle aged woman wearing the store's uniform.
"Hey, what happened here?"
She looks over at you, glances at the car with a mixture of envy and disgust, but answers anyway.
"Some guy went nuts and started yelling about how someone had stolen his body, then some others started yelling similar stuff," she says with a shrug. Pausing, she lights a cigarette. "Anyways, some of them managed to get run over, so we called the cops and they hauled everyone away to jail, the hospital, and/or the nut house. It's all over now, so there's nothing to worry about."
You thank her, and she goes back to her cigarette. You pull back out into traffic, driving aimlessly, thinking things over.
It would seem your old body is probably either at a hospital or a police station. Not having been arrested (at least in this section of town), you don't know where the nearest police station is. For that matter, if you recall correctly, this shopping center is pretty much equidistant to three hospitals. You haven't a clue where the "nut house" is-- probably a wing of one of the hospitals?
You find yourself automatically driving home to your apartment, and it occurs to you that your old body has the keys, not this one.
What now?