Voyages of a Skywalker

I'm in a house with my sister and we are almost hiding out. I can feel that there are very few life forces around. Maybe a few other families on a big, sandy colored suburban block of Las Vegas style, upper-middles class houses. There is a war/fight going on in the sky. It is night time. Out of the large living room windows I can see formations of flying fighter crafts deploying to some unknown mission. Are they on our side? I don't think so. I know it's not safe here and at any moment we could be attacked. It seems my sister is unaware of this or doing very well do ignore the threat. A man knocks on my door. He is a shorter brown man with black hair and a moustach. I think he's Indian. I immediatly and suspicious of him, and he invites me to a meetup a short distane from here at an abandoned Taco Bell. Here we will learn about the threat and current conditions. I don't believe him. He leaves and a short time later, his wife knocks on my door. She is brown like him and she has some thawed out bags of meat to give me; tilapia, shrimp and something else. I take them graciously even though I don't eat meat. I understand that food is sparse. She asks me how I am and I feel I must mention the meeting with her husband. She acts as though she doesn't know what I'm talking about but I can tell she does. I can see her husband watching us behind her through the door.