You are in your bed, lying down but wide awake. Somehow, you know you are dreaming, but you can't wake up, not yet. A figure comes into your room. He wears a black cloak, and holds a scythe. He looks down at you, and you know, deep down in your heart, the message he has wordlessly brought you. Today is the final day of your life. Death speaks, and it is as if the entire universe is a bell, tolling.
"Before the stroke of midnight, I will take you in Rome."
You wake up in a cold sweat. You remember each moment of that horrible, horrible dream, and you try to convince yourself it wasn't true, but you know it was. You will die today. Perhaps you picked up a disease you didn't know about. Maybe you were poisoned. Or perhaps you'll be hit by a car. The details are irrelevant.
You are staying in a hotel in Rome. What do you do?