Start worrying about being kidnapped by the US government to be studied, only to start panicking about 4 seconds later at the far more dreadful realization that he's currently in my body, experiencing my unbelievably shameful life and learning about all my secrets that he's most likely going to reveal to the world in all the "content" he's undoubtedly going to make about the event.
Cry as I call my phone to try and do something.