Get a taxi, as if they don’t cost a fortune (£60 in a black cab from the centre of town to where I live in London, and we’re always being told how unsafe Uber is). Text me, as if your friend would stay awake till you got home and do something if you didn’t check in (I usually forget anyway). As if the driver might not attack you anyway, like John Worboys, the so-called ‘black cab rapist’.
