Dom Cobb placed his top- Mal's top- on the round table in front of him. He flicked his wrist, and it began to spin. But then he realized- he didn't want to see the result. If this was some sort of dream, he didn't want to know. He left the top wobbling precariously on the table and went to see his kids, to hug them one more time, to show them that they still had a father who cared about them.
Miles placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and guided him over.
As he approached, Phillipa and James ran to him. Cobb scooped them up, wrapping them in a loving embrace. After a few moments of Cobb's love, calmly watched by Miles, he set his children down, telling them to go play, that they would play together later. They ran off, playing tag with each other.
After they were out of sight, Cobb headed inside, followed by Miles. He walked over to the table to retrieve the top, but he was surprised when he found it wasn't there. He looked around, amid Miles' skeptical glances. After about a minute, he found it. The silver top was under the table…
… still spinning.