Suddenly everything faded and came back in again, as if the scene had changed. Alice was... in the lifeguard station, sitting in a chair. She glanced down at herself and gasped. She was... she was visibly pregnant! Maybe about 7 months, her stomach enormously distended, her tits painful, but still in that damn stupid bikini. She caught a glance at her reflection, her face looked tired, her hair a mess, bags under her eyes. "Wh-what happened?!" she blurted out, looking up to see the head lifeguard sitting opposite her, looking solemn.
"Alice, you became addicted to marijuana," he said gravely. "And now you're teenage pregnant."
She looked confused. "I... I don't even remember being with the father!" Of course, an old TV show couldn't show her having sex, that'd be so improper! So it had cut to black, and then to her being this enormously preggers.
The lifeguard nodded. "Well, weed is a memory loss drug." He reached out, putting one meaty hand on her shoulder. "We can help you in this difficult time, but you know, it would have been better to have not made the mistake in the first place."
"All I... all I did was a bit of weed..." Alice feebly protested, before seeing something on the desk behind the lifeguard. The TV remote. Maybe if she did... something, she'd be out of the TV show and not be so enormously pregnant anymore. Right? Right?
"And you should just say no to drugs," the lifeguard said. "Look, Alice, we can help you, but only if you want it. Will you come with me, and get help?"