Time Travel Device

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>>489956
>>492753
^^Previous Posts, respectively.

Earlier during a visit my dad saw my uncle's watch and he told me that "Time is not my own personal playground." I didn't want to argue with him, but I think that since I've planned all this so carefully, I don't think anything's gonna go wrong. I know what to do if I get stuck in the future, I know how I want to spend my money, I even have a backpack full of things to use if I end up in an apocalyptic future. I thought of that one. My friend Aaron thought of the rest.

When my father left I put on the backpack and began turning the crown on my watch.

I decided the year 2056 was far enough.

I took a look around. I realized that the house I was in was probably not mine anymore, so I jumped out the window. I looked at the house I'd just jumped out of. It didn't look too different. It had a different color and a different door, but that was pretty much it. Everything else around me as I went into the town could be described the same way. I went to a local drugstore, and, to my surprise, there were life-extending pills there. They were about 200 bucks, but I had well over $500,000 in just one of the three bank accounts I had put the lottery money in. I took two two pill bottles. Should I...
>Steal them and run
...Or...
>Pay for them?