And the top keeps spinning.
Dom walks to the back door quickly, anxious to get back to his kids, after waiting for so many lifetimes. The door slides open noiselessly, and he exits the house. As he leaves, a slim hand leisurely plucks the still spinning top off the table and slips it into the pocket of a well fitting suit. Miles nods from the kitchen, and they both eye Dom in the backyard. The sun is beginning to set, and the room is aglow.
He eyes her carefully as she packs a bag and leaves through the front door. She nods to him as they both leave the house: she walks out the front and toward a taxi, and he closes the distance to Dom and the children.
Late that night, as she starts a new life somewhere, he remains.
The children are asleep, Miles left after dinner, and Dom is upstairs. No one is left as Arthur wanders into the backyard again and digs a hole.
He buries the top good and deep, and goes back inside.